"Sophie Baker, let me tell you, this is a society that scorns the poor, not the mistress. Even if I become someone's mistress, I live better than those who dwell at the bottom of society, humble all their lives. If you're ashamed of me, your mother, you're totally free to disown me."
"Anyone can look down on me, but you, you don't have that right."
Sophie had been driven mad to blurt out all those pent-up words, but as soon as she had said them, she regretted it.
She knew well that in her dad's heart, her mom was more important than she was; her mother was his bright moonlight. So, her mother was right, only she could make her life better.
How stupid she had been. How could she have upset her mother at a time like this?
Thinking this, she took a deep breath, choked back all her unwillingness, and looked at Melody Baker's reddened eyes with a touch of pity in her heart.
