Being genuinely livid this time, Mrs. York spouted the harshest words she had ever said in her life.

But then, Mrs. Harrington really crossed the line, daring to utter such words right in front of her, as if she were invisible. To have the usual small squabbles were one thing, but to audaciously make such a remark was another thing; it was like signing her own death warrant.

Quintessa looked at Mrs. York in shock. She thought she had seen Mrs. York's most cutting side at dinner last time, but who knew there was more to come?

Quintessa suddenly wanted to grab Mrs. York's hand, just like the way she held her mom's hand for comfort when she was a little girl.

Mrs. Harrington spun around furiously, "Cecilia Farley York, say that again."

Mrs. York lifted her chin, "Oh, well done. The snotty little brat who used to trail behind me is now ordering me around."

Mrs. Harrington's face turned beet-red with anger, "Cecilia, don't you bully me just because you can."

and yes, I am bullying you with it. What are you going to do about it? You always loved to compete with

looking up at her, Mrs. York sensed the unintentional dependency in her gaze; she felt that she had

always been the golden girl, never needing to please anyone, neither from her parental home nor her marital home. Sᴇaʀ*ᴄh the (F)indNƟvᴇl.ɴet

been cautious, worried that people would accuse her of using her status to bully others, so she rarely ever

was actually quite satisfying to be able to

when she saw Mrs. Harrington's face turn as red as a liver, it

with rage, stammered, "You...

tension in the room, started to cry,

declared, "We're moving to a new room immediately. This place is only fit for those despicable lower-class

lazily retorted,

to me? Who are you calling despicable? Who was it that cried and begged this 'despicable person' to help the Harrington family through

turn

it now?"

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