"Are you deliberately trying to drive a wedge between Ella and me?" Yolanda Bardot cried, covering her face.
Emma Campbell scoffed dismissively, her voice cold and accusatory, "I'm simply trying to show you the real truth. What do you mean by driving a wedge? Oh, it's so hard to be a good person in this world."
"You're a good person?"
Yolanda Bardot could still distinguish right from wrong and shook her head, "You've never been a good person."
"That's because you're looking at it from your perspective."
Emma Campbell cunningly said, "Everyone centers themselves in their own world. If you don't work for your own benefit, you'll be doomed!"
"What's the use of telling me all this?" Yolanda Bardot didn't want to fall into her trap, striving to stay clear-headed.
"I just want to tell you that Ella Lacey isn't as wonderful as you think. Once you cross her interests, there's only one way out—death."
