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    Bettany cast a scrutinizing gaze upon Violet, her intentions of getting to know her nonexistent. In a


    nonchnt tone, she cautioned Lilly, “Lilly, refrain from speaking rashly. It’s best for children not to


    involve themselves in adult matters.”


    Such young children uttering words such as “mistress” would only taint their innocent minds.


    Lilly nodded obediently and replied, “I understand, Granny.”


    Violet, on the other hand, caught only the word “Granny.”


    As expected, the elderly woman was Bettany, Anthony’s mother and a member of the Crawford family.


    Violet carried herself with even more elegance and grace, gently smiling as she spoke, “It’s alright,


    children have a tendency to joke around. I didn’t take it to heart…”


    Bettany sneered, “But I did. Anthony is getting married soon, so it’s best you stay in yourne.”


    Surprised, Violet asked, “They’re getting married already?”


    Realizing her blunder, she quickly corrected herself, “I didn’t mean it that way. I mean, it’s just so


    unexpected. Well, congrattions in advance, Mrs. Crawford.”


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    She came closer and warmly linked her arm with Bettany’s, inviting her to take a seat, and said,


    “Please, have a seat! Is your future daughter-inw Lisa? I’ve met her before. She’s a true beauty, with


    fair skin and a petite figure. I thought Mr. Anthony was only interested temporarily, but I didn’t expect


    them to be getting married…”


    She praised Lisa’s appearance greatly, subtly insinuating ack of good character, as if implying that


    Anthony’s attraction was purely superficial.


    Bettany was left speechless. And they said she was “elegant and graceful”?


    She either failed to understand the other person’s words or pretended not to.


    Bettany withdrew her arm, coldly remarking, “Is this how you were raised? Getting touchy with other


    people while conversing with them? Plus, Lisa is not just beautiful. She possesses numerous inner


    qualities. Spare me the talk about great character. And besides, are you a member of the Lambert


    family? I nearly mistook you for thedy of this house…”


    Bettany nced at Lawrence, sporting a faint smile, “I recall Lawrence doesn’t have a daughter.”


    Violet was dumbfounded by Bettany’s statement. I didn’t even say anything!


    Hastily, she exined, “You’ve misunderstood me, I’m Mr. Lambert’s student. We interact frequently,


    just like a family…”


    But Lawrence interjected, “No, she was only a former student of mine.”


    Violet’s face flushed. She had just imed to be his student to foster a closer rtionship, but


    Lawrence rejected her ims the next second.


    Not only that, Lawrence added, “David, show her out.”


    David gestured for Violet to leave, saying, “Ms. Yarbrough, please take your leave. My father has


    guests today, so it’s not a good time.”


    Violet’s expression stiffened. She had encountered setbacks, one after another, and now she was


    being ushered away the moment she met Bettany.


    How could she ept this?


    But what could she do other than leaving now?


    If she stubbornly insisted on staying, Bettany might think she was shameless.


    “Mrs. Crawford, please don’t misunderstand me… Well, forget it. I’m sure you’ll understand that all of


    this is just a misunderstanding one day.”


    Seeing that Violet was refusing to drop her act, Bettany could not hold back any longer.


    Even though they were at Lawrence’s house, and that Violet was his student, Bettany showed no


    mercy:


    “Your act doesn’t work on me. Why do you speak as if you’ve been misunderstood greatly? If someone


    can’t even prove their innocence, it’s either due to ipetence or their own impurity. Which one are


    you?”


    Bettany crossed her arms, her face icy.


    “Where are your manners? After learning from Lawrence all these years, is this the extent of your


    knowledge, pulling all this things only those lowlifes would do? Do you take me for a fool, or did your IQ


    dropped considerably today? Why are you pretending to be a gracefuldy in front of me?”


    Even Lilly was stunned this time, and Gilbert shared the same expression.


    The two trembled, huddling together. Hugh, who had just arrived at the entrance, smoothly turned


    around and left the garden.


    Even Lawrence pretended to tidy up the table, wipe the teacups, and David hastily pretended to refill


    their drinks…


    This situation could bepared to one where a mother was helping her son with his homework, and


    suddenly exploding in anger. To avoid being caught in the crossfire, everyone would hurry to make


    themselves busy—from sweeping the floors, wiping the tables to refraining themselves from using their


    phones and the turning off the televisions.


    Lilly believed that if the authors of those novels on her mother’s bookshelf saw such a mother-inw,


    their fingers would be trembling as they typed away on the keyboard.


    Violet’s face turned red. She wanted to offer an exnation several times, but not a single word could


    escape her lips.


    Even Lilly could not help but sympathize, “Auntie Violet, you should leave quickly!”


    Nervously, Violet stood up, “Alright, alright, I’m leaving…”


    However, after taking a few steps, she feigned remembering something, “Oh right, Mr. Lambert, I came


    to tell you something. There’s a famous doctor in our country named Zack Hamilton. He has extensive


    experience in treatingplicated and difficult illnesses. I’ve asked for the help of some of my


    contacts, and we just got in touch. When do you have time? I can apany you to see him…”


    Violet knew how much her teacher cared about treatment options. For the past three years, he had


    been actively seeking opportunities for treatment.


    Upon hearing the name of Zack, he should have been immediately interested.


    However, he remained unmoved, his expression devoid of emotion as he rejected her right away,


    “Thank you, but there’s no need for that.”


    Bettany crossed her arms and sat cross-legged on the couch, watching Violet.


    Violet dared not say another word and hurriedly said, “Mr. Lambert, I’lle to see you next time,”


    attempting to salvage her wounded pride. She then quickly left.


    After stepping outside, Violet grew increasingly frustrated, feeling a surge of resentment building up


    inside her.


    She felt as if she hade on this visit solely to humiliate herself, with not a single pleasant moment


    since she walked in through the door.


    Bettany certainly did not hold back from humiliating her.


    She imagined that Bettany would be dissatisfied toward Lisa as her daughter-inw, but that did not


    seem to be the case at all. She had hoped to navigate a winding path, first gaining the favor of Bettany


    before having her and Anthony’s rtionship arranged by Bettany… but it was destined to be an


    illusion.


    “Argh!”


    Frustrated, Violet kicked a roadside curb.


    As a result, her heels tilted, and she tumbled to the ground, exacerbating her anger, as she appeared


    to be even more disheveled.