"Nora Ainsworth, cut the crap. What I do is none of your business."
Nora Ainsworth studied her carefully. "Whether I'm being sincere or not doesn't matter. But Maeve Sutton, people who do bad things never come to a good end. You only have to look at yourself to know that's true. Once a prized flower, the young lady of the Sutton family, now married to the notorious William Chapman. I'd say that's your just deserts."
Maeve Sutton was so enraged by her nonchalant words that her eyes practically glowed with fury. "Nora Ainsworth!"
"Hm?"
"Do you really have to be this way?"
"Maeve Sutton, we don't have some deep-seated feud. We used to be so close, even though we haven't been in touch much these past few years. But I don't want to see you hurt other people only to end up miserable yourself. In short, believe it or not, I just came to tell you to let others go, and let yourself go. If all you want now is to live a quiet life, then please, stick with that."
