Ethan Herd raised an eyebrow but didn't say anything, his scissors gradually cutting away at Scarlett Glenn's clothes.
He didn't seem all that angry, but his words stung Scarlett Glenn to the core.
Ethan Herd seemed lethargic and callous, "If Jim Caldwell has had a go, I'm not really interested."
"Come on, tell me, why did you think I wasn't good enough and so you jumped into Jim Caldwell's arms?"
Scarlett Glenn was not feeling well today, she hadn't eaten breakfast. Having sometimes had no money for food during her three years overseas, when even hot water was a luxury, she developed gastritis. Scarlett Glenn couldn't tell if her stomach was in pain or if she was upset by his words.
In this world, no one would believe her, not a soul.
Everyone thought that Scarlett Glenn was nothing but a vixen who was uncomfortable unless she was someone's mistress, a woman who would sleep with any man, without shame, principles, or boundaries. That's what they all believed.
