Emily Yorke was very pleased with the perfume she received, while Ava Moreland coldly said thanks and threw the bag onto the coffee table.
Amelia Clarke knew she had an opinion of her but said nothing, just smiled.
Madam Moreland was not pleased and said disapprovingly to Ava Moreland, "What is that attitude? Look at your age; how can you be so impolite? Even Amelia is more sensible than you."
Ava Moreland's face turned cold, "What did I do?"
"You see that face of yours, as long as a donkey's, and you still have the nerve to ask me what's wrong?" Amelia Clarke had now become the apple of Madam Moreland's eye and her heart's delight; Madam Moreland could not bear to see her slighted.
"Mom, why are you so partial? I didn't do anything wrong, and yet you scold me for your granddaughter-in-law. Should I, as an elder, really have to curry favor with her?"
"You..." Madam Moreland became angry.