Mrs. Herd was filled with grievances, and when she saw Scarlett Glenn, she felt as if she had finally found a comrade-in-arms. She grabbed Scarlett Glenn's arm as if it were her only support, looking truly pitiful: "They... they..."
Scarlett Glenn sighed, feeling sorry for the poor old lady at her age facing such bullying outside. It was apparent that these people were taking advantage of her good temper, trying to make her eat her own words.
Scarlett Glenn patted her shoulder: "Don't worry, I'm here. What's there to be upset about? It's just a set of jewelry, right? Let me take a look."
Mrs. Oscar across the table eyed Scarlett Glenn suspiciously: "Who are you?"
Scarlett Glenn raised her eyebrows: "Me...? Are you in a position to care? You dare to borrow my Aunt's jewelry, huh? Tsk, with that shabby look of yours, can you even put on such nice jewelry?"
