Yvette Harris continued to cook, looking at her disheveled daughter with disgust. Yvette placed great importance on beauty, so she would always put on delicate makeup even when just taking out the garbage. She couldn't stand seeing Sabrina Johnson looking like this.
"Are you trying to scare people to death with that ghostly appearance? Go upstairs, wash up, and get ready. Master Leland will be coming down later."
"How could you let a man old enough to be my grandfather sleep with me? Are you crazy? Are you crazy?" Sabrina Johnson felt like she was going to lose it. When she thought of that man with age spots on his face, she felt like she had fallen into a manure pit.
"It seems you didn't listen to my words yesterday. For men, money and power are what matters, not good looks. In this society, good-looking but penniless men are useless. Take your sister, for example. She married a handsome cripple. What good did that do?"
