Riches in Disguise

Chapter 369

What a messed-up set of values! So, people couldn't talk about true friendship unless they had money? If that was the case, did that mean poor people couldn't have friends?

History repeatedly showed that the wealthier people were, especially those in aristocratic or bourgeois circles, the more they prioritized profit over genuine emotions.

For the sake of power and wealth, they would even kill their own parents, siblings, or anyone in their family. How many people of an average background could do that?

Even if they did, they would face imprisonment, whereas those in power could commit such acts and still be hailed as wise or heroic.

On the other hand, it was the ordinary people-brothers in arms, heroes of the streets, or ordinary citizens-who, for the sake of one person, would sacrifice a whole village.

It was not rare for someone to risk their life for a friend.

It was precisely because I had seen so many of these kinds of stories and histories and witnessed so much scheming and betrayal around me that I longed for true friendship. I yearned for genuine respect beyond social status, so I kept a low profile and enrolled at Welsington University.

I had held dear for years before me. Could I

you if she shouldn't talk with the poor? You're Gabrielle's cousin, yet you didn't ask how she was doing after not seeing her

that all you care about? People like you are even worse than beggars on the street. How dare

tone had been sharp and

days, and I had accumulated a lot

couldn't stand them

face turned red with anger. "Who do you think you are?

anything bad about her. Not only can I interrupt, but I could even slap you.

"You..."

family here. There's no need

to swing at me when

you tired? Come on. Sit down. Gabrielle, William,

speaking, she gave me and Gabrielle a wink, then turned and walked