"Hey, Mrs. Quillan, isn't that the eldest daughter of the Quillan family? The one who ran away from home?"
"Mrs. Marshall, what eldest daughter? I could never give birth to a daughter like that. She's nothing but a little bastard. This place is absolutely trashy, letting any kind of riffraff in! Mrs. Marshall, I think we'd better go somewhere else. I'd hate to lose my appetite."
Yara Quillan scoffed. Before Sunny Young and Mrs. Marshall could leave, she let out a soft sigh. "This place certainly is low-class. When a homewrecking mistress with a filthy mouth can parade around pretending to be some wealthy wife, how could it be anything but?"
"What did you say?"
"Sunny Young, I advise you to leave well enough alone! Only a woman like you would deserve a man who abandons his wife. If you want him, he's all yours, just stop showing off in front of me! I'm telling you, you're not fit to be compared to even a single strand of my mother's hair!"
