After Bertha Marley returned.
Her mood seemed much improved.
She bought anything she saw.
Within just a dozen minutes, she spent ten digits on international high-end cosmetics, and was especially satisfied, "Grandma, these are all perfect for my skin, what do you think?"
"They are very suitable, your skin looks even better after you put them on." Ruth Upperton was adept at placating her.
Lies, flattering words, all came easily.
"Grandma, should I get you some skincare products too?" Bertha Marley tried to show her filial piety.
Ruth Upperton decisively refused, "Don't waste money, child, I have plenty of Snow Cream on my dressing table, it's better than anything."
"Okay, Grandma, then shall we go home?" Bertha Marley smiled charmingly.
"Hmm."
Ruth Upperton chatted and laughed with her all the way, as if nothing was amiss.
But in her heart, she was shooting cold arrows, Bertha Marley, you're even better at acting than I am!
*
When they got back to the mountain villa.
