Cecilia Vaughn glanced at the tall, handsome man across the street, a hint of bitterness seeping through her expression, and even her breathing became unconsciously faster.
Meanwhile, Stacy Summers showed no awareness as she continued to advise earnestly over the phone.
"Cecilia, I know you young people don't believe in these things, but sometimes, even if you don't believe in these superstitions and fate, you should still show some respect. Although Rosalind White is my grandson's Daughter of Destiny, it doesn't mean they have to be together; you can't force love."
"Grandma is a reasonable person and doesn't expect you to tolerate Rosalind much. She's been spoiled since childhood with quite a temper; if she does anything wrong, you can tell me. I'll discipline her."
Cecilia Vaughn knew Stacy Summers was kind-hearted and wouldn't blame her because of a woman like Rosalind White, who believed herself entitled due to being spoiled.
