Daisy, intoxicated and unsteady on her feet, fell into a squat, inadvertently exposing herself as her skirt flipped up.

Clark quickly turned his face away, afraid of catching a glimpse.

Just then, a stream of yellowish and foul-smelling water cascaded from overhead, soaking Daisy from head to toe.

Following that, a tangy and disgusting stench reached her nose. She raised her arm to sniff and almost vomited her dinner from last night.

What was this smell?

It was tangy and pungent, making her nauseous.

"Who is it? Who poured this on me? Who?" Daisy howled at the sky like an angry dog.

told you to yell and

"Look, even the heavens find you unpleasant. They poured a bucket of water on you to sober you up. Shut your

on me!" Daisy glared, her

fall from the sky, who is to say that sewage can't? You reap what

maintained her Northern preferences even after marrying into the South—her fondness for fermenting pickled vegetables in

the unprocessed pickle juice from the

yard, it wasn't worth

covering

didn't pursue it further, so you should find a

lost now. Don't embarrass

Daisy knew she would leave empty-handed tonight. Angry and humiliated, she gritted her teeth

leave Heightsnew Villa in a stinky and

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