Chapter 50 Grudge

Hannah hesitated for a moment before recovering her usual disdainful expression. She snorted coldly and mocked, "It's bad luck running into you everywhere."

"I feel the same." Seraphina replied with a smile.

Hannah raised an eyebrow and asked, "What gives you the right to say that? Others might not know your true nature, but do you think you can erase the past and start over? You're just a lowlife, carrying that stench of poverty wherever you go."

Seraphina smirked. She didn't turn around but turned on the faucet with a swift, deliberate motion. The water flowed steadily, and no one knew the meaning behind her actions.

Perhaps she didn't want others to hear what she was saying?

"Ms. Dros, you should be grateful that I don't hold past grievances against you. Don't come looking for trouble." Her voice was icy, yet the smile on her face made her appear almost gentle.

"What did you say? You dare to warn me? I'm the heiress of the Dros family. Who do you think you are? You're nothing after you leave us!"

Hannah glared at Seraphina with an ugly expression, and she became bolder in Orion's absence.

Hannah, the heiress of the Dros family, who once wielded her power over the household, had always looked down on her sister-in-law from the depths of her being. Her deeply ingrained arrogance gave her an inflated sense of superiority, which made her forget herself. With her humble background, Seraphina never deserved equal standing or respect in the family.

Could she help her family in terms of business? Or could her family offer them any support?

three years, Hannah made Seraphina handwash her clothes, berating her when they were

Hannah to believe that she

believed Seraphina should never talk

your family is something special? Where do you get this sense

wore a mocking smile

shameless you were, crying and begging to marry Orion, a walking blood bank and organ donor? That's your glorious history!" Hannah

If you keep bringing up the past, I'll

Hold grudges?

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Chapter 50 Grudge

a poor woman

Finished

takes, bring it on! Ahhh" Hannah suddenly let

onto

set down the decorative bottle in the sink, dusting off her hands. The

"How dare you..."

came straight from Dior, but it was ruined. Although not as exclusive as Seraphina's custom-made gown, it was still a

her eyes. She challenged, "Do you think I'll tolerate you like before? From now on, every time

saw the cold, piercing look in Seraphina's eyes. She started to feel`a pang

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