"If you enjoy rolling in bed sheets that someone else has slept in, that's your business!" Jaylene stiffly retorted, "You did not need to tell me that."
"I'm just saying that I really like that bed," Aurora Richardson responded with a calm smile, appearing saintly and detached, "Miss Ziel, it seems like you harbor deep prejudice against me."
"You knew I was coming, but you deliberately wrapped the bed sheet around you, deceived me, and then said that I was over-thinking?"
Jaylene stared at her coldly, "You live in the room I used to occupy, sleep on the bed I used to sleep in, even come out wrapped in the sheets I used to use. What are you trying to prove?"
Aurora tilted her lips up in a smug smile, "I'm not trying to prove anything, I just want to tell you that the person Joseph has always loved is me. The only reason he married you in the first place is because you have a face somewhat similar to mine. He was forced to marry you by the pressure from Old Madam Thompson."
