She was unwilling to accept it. The more she imagined everything Helen Melendy would have in the future, the more Helen's unwillingness and anger completely engulfed her.
She clenched her fists, her gaze falling on Harry Hall's handsome face tinged with tenderness. After a few seconds, she calmed her mind, her eyes red as she walked downstairs.
She looked at the Smith couple, biting her lower lip, and said softly:
"Dad, Mom..."
"I told you not to call me that, can't you remember?"
Evelyn Taylor interrupted Helen's words mercilessly.
Helen gritted her teeth in silent hatred, her lowered brows and eyes filled with surging anger.
She looked up again, still maintaining that pitiful appearance, and said softly:
"Mr. Smith, Madam Smith, I... I have too much luggage. Can I stay for two more days until I find a place to move?"
She thought that she had humbled herself enough that the Smith couple would agree, but Evelyn Taylor didn't even think about it before saying:
