No matter how many layers there were, Scarlett was determined to strip them all away.
The Old Man shook his head with a sigh and, pushing the Old Lady, left without paying any attention to Mrs. Young.
Before the matter was thoroughly investigated, Mrs. Young could not leave the Davis household, not being sent to the detention center was already the biggest leniency she could receive.
Mrs. Herd strolled over to Fristy Davis with a provocative tone, "Even if I was really indecent, I'm about to marry your dear Lance. If you dare, why don't you try to compete with me for him?"
Fristy Davis lifted her head; the blood on her face nearly matched the color of her eyes, giving off an evil and ferocious look that sent shivers down one's spine from head to toe.
Mrs. Herd's heart skipped a beat, but then she nodded, "Right, that's the look that suits you. That's who you really are. Why bother pretending? It's better to let it all out."
