Chapter 3

After dinner, Rose eagerly offered to walk me downstairs.

But just a few steps out the door, she abruptly let go of my hand and disdainfully withdrew her arm.

"Jessica, there was actually no oversight with the guest list. I simply didn't want you there."

"I know."

Her intentions were painfully clear, and hatred was palpable in her eyes.

Probably only my naive father couldn't see through her and her mother's schemes.

Seeing that I was unfazed, Rose was suddenly embarrassed.

"Jessica, stop pretending, will you? I've hated your pretentious attitude since we were kids. You make me sick."

"So what if you got good grades and made some money? Who knows how you made the money?"

I couldn't be bothered to argue with her. Getting angry with her would be a waste of time.

I turned to leave, but she ran ahead to block my path.

"Struck a nerve, did I? Feeling guilty?"

"I knew it had to be something like this. I saw you've changed cars recently. How could you afford such a nice car on your meager salary? Who is your sugar daddy this time?"

I rolled my eyes in exasperation.

The car wasn't bought by me. It was a wedding gift from my husband.

He originally wanted to buy me a Rolls-Royce, but I opted for a more modest Volkswagen worth around a hundred thousand. For me, cars were just something for commuting.

Even if I had to, could I not afford a car worth a hundred thousand on my own? Who was she to judge?

I really didn't want to engage in such an idiotic conversation. It was seriously ruining my mood.

"Think of it however you want."

As I was about to leave, I thought of something when I asked, "By the way, are you really sure you don't want me at your engagement party?"