Ann grabbed her hand and forcefully pushed her away: "Now who's acting more like a shrew?"
"You bullied me plenty during college, and now that Zaiden's not here, you're even more brazen—right in front of his grave!" Harper's face was swollen, flushed red.
On her pale face, the slap mark was glaringly clear.
What right did Ann have to slap her? What qualifications did she have?
"You're aware this is in front of his grave? Harper Glorian, I don't want to argue with you. I've already said I won't return to the country again in the future, so you don't need to hold on to me so tightly. You lost your happiness, but I haven't lost any less than you. At least Zaiden Santos gave you love; at least you had his love."
"Harper, not everyone is Zaiden Santos, and not everyone has to yield to you. From now on, I hope you learn to be a decent person."
Her avoidance of Harper was simply because she didn't have the energy to quarrel today, nor did she see the need to.
