Sarah Sullivan feared nothing more than verbal provocations.
"Green teas? I've dealt with enough, one more from you makes no difference." Sarah maintained a polite smile on her face.
She did not attack Grace Neumann directly but instead handed the crab roe shell to Brightan: "Go wait for me in my courtyard."
Some things are not suitable for children to overhear.
To avoid corrupting the young minds of this nation.
Brightan obediently took the crab roe shell and left, not even bothering to glance at Grace again.
So this little bastard wouldn't eat what I bought, just to save space for what this bitch bought?
Grace felt even more hatred in her heart.
In truth, she had never really liked Brightan.
She had always been pretending in the past.
Now that they had fallen out, naturally her words became increasingly vicious.
Mute, deaf, bastard... these were now Grace's names for Brightan.
Seeing the little bun leave, Sarah then coldly looked at Grace.
