The moment they stepped out of the inner room, Letitia greeted them with a bright smile.


    Letitia, the eldest daughter of Marcia and her husband, had been spoiled rotten her entire life and was known in their social circle as a notorious flirt.


    She was dressed mboyantly, her lipstick a striking shade of red. “Mr. Thompson, I..."


    "Hm," Bet responded with a curt, polite nod, not even giving her a second nce as he walked right past her.


    Being ignored sopletely, Letitia''s face twisted in a brief sh of anger.


    Mrs. James Sr. came out of the room and sighed helplessly at the sight.


    "Mom, don''t tell me that witch Yvonne has actually managed tond a prince," Marcia whispered urgently, sidling up to her mother.


    Mrs. James Sr. shot her a fierce re, signaling her to be quiet.


    Teresa and Jerome''s family were still present, and it wouldn''t do for them to overhear.


    “Grandma,” Letitia whined, walking over to Mrs. James Sr. and tugging on her arm pitifully.


    Mrs. James Sr. patted her granddaughter''s head, sighing inwardly. Letitia was beautiful and well-educated, so why couldn''t she ever capture a man''s heart?


    That vixen Yvonne was truly infuriating.


    "Your grandfather is fine. You should all go home now. Having so many people here is disturbing his rest."


    Mrs. James Sr. sent Marcia''s family and Joshua away.


    Jerome and his wife left soon after, with Teresa joining them.


    In the elevator, Jerome was still relentlessly pestering Teresa. "How did Yvonne get involved with Mr. Bet Thompson? Good looks really do attract men. Men these days are so superficial, only caring about a pretty face. A girl with substance like my Caroline gets overlooked."


    "Now that Yvonne is with Bet, the marriage with the Hughes family is definitely off. You should tell Dad to let Caroline marry into their family instead. She''s the one who deserves to marry into the Hughes family."


    "Teresa, you''re Caroline''s aunt. You can''t just stand by and do nothing for your own niece," Jerome''s wife added.


    Teresa''s face was still swollen from


    Mr. James Sr.''s p, but Jerome and his wife seemed not to notice, their minds consumed with Caroline''s marriage prospects..


    They were truly wonderful parents.


    It slowly dawned on Teresa that she had always doted on Caroline, treating her like a treasure. Even


    ????


    though Caroline wasn''t pretty or


    talented, in feresa''s eyes, sheet


    always been the most exceptiona


    girl.


    Teresa suddenly remembered that Yvonne was also the daughter she had carried


    for nine months, yet she had never once been kind to her.


    She really didn''t deserve to be Yvonne''s mother.


    "Stop the car,” Teresa said suddenly.


    The driver, confused, instinctively pulled over to the side of the road.


    Teresa pushed the door open and got out.


    "Why are you getting out here? Where are you going?" Jerome asked, bewildered.


    They had just gotten off the expressway, and there was nothing around.


    "Nowhere. I just don''t want to be in the same car as you,” Teresa said coldly.


    "What''s that supposed to mean?” Jerome''s face darkened.


    "Jerome, if you want Caroline to marry into the Hughes family, why don''t you just


    ask Dad yourself?" Teresa questioned.


    Jerome''s expression faltered. "Dad won''t listen to me."


    Teresa replied, "What makes us any


    We''re both out of favor


    with him. You''re afraid of getting


    yelled at so you try to push me to do it for you."


    Jerome was speechless, his scheme exposed.