"Jaylene Ziel, you've gone too far!" Phoebe Smith bellowed furiously, "With your own bizarre background, you assume everyone is like you. How narrow-minded you are! How could my second brother have ever fancied you? Was he blind?"
Jaylene simply sat there quietly, watching the enraged Phoebe, her expression calm and natural.
The more Phoebe spoke, the angrier she became. She had intended to lower herself and pretend to make up with Jaylene, but Jaylene was like a foul-smelling stone—how could she possibly get along with her?
She couldn't stand to stay with Jaylene for even a second!
"What can you do about it? I am now Joseph Thompson's legitimate wife, and what's more, I'm carrying his child!" Jaylene's demeanor was very natural, as if to say, no matter what you say, it's useless. In the end, I am the legitimate one, and what are you, Phoebe Smith—a green onion?
Phoebe clenched her teeth in anger.
