Miss Cecilia stood coldly beneath the sunlight, her silhouette tall and slender as bamboo, with the imposing courthouse monument behind her, as though she might fuse into the soaring structure itself.
"Ms. Warner, you'd better watch your language. When have I ever slandered your daughter?"
She cast an indifferent glance at Fiona Vaughn, who looked mournful and frail, gently caressing her belly.
"Sister, do you really have to be so harsh… Mom's just upset about my condition, afraid I might lose the baby if I get too emotional."
Miss Cecilia heard this and immediately let out a mocking laugh.
Her gaze lingered with meaning over Fiona's clothes and makeup.
"Fiona Vaughn, have you ever truly cared about your child? You're nearly four months pregnant, winter's freezing, yet you're wearing tight dresses, slathering on makeup and those glaring red lips, and still tottering in high heels…"
