""You…"
Scarlett Glenn didn't wait for him to finish, stretching her hand out to flip the table over in a rage, the plates and cups crashing to the floor.
"I'm sorry, but I just can't stand to see you two despicable bastards enjoying your meal together. Here's a word of advice: don't provoke me, and leave immediately. Don't think that I care so much about the Herd Family. I simply despise people like you."
Scarlett Glenn didn't want Mrs. Herd to see Ghiovani, she couldn't bear to see Mrs. Herd's heartbreak.
Scarlett Glenn decided to ignore them and left immediately, avoiding Mrs. Herd from seeing her lingering and coming to find her again.
Flora Irving sat back down dejectedly, taking out a handkerchief and slowly wiping her face.
She didn't cry or make a fuss, her eyes filled with a touch of desolate melancholy, and her expression was pitiful.
Her shoulders were thin and weak, and her entire body exuded a vulnerability that could touch the depths of one's heart.
