Chapter 125: Memory Segment (25)
But Florence Fuller’s current cold demeanor still made her feel a bit uneasy.
However, thinking that she is her biological mother gave her some confidence: "Because you’re a daughter of the Fuller Family, this is what you should do."
"What kind of joke are you playing with me?" Florence Fuller’s words were exceptionally sarcastic: "The one who enjoyed the privileges of the Fuller Family growing up all these years wasn’t me, it was Clara Fuller. She should be the one to pay the price for the Fuller Family, not me."
In her icy demeanor, Florence Fuller completely suppressed Laura Yates. Laura’s face turned pale as she was unable to argue back: "Anyway, you can’t go out today. I’m your mom, can’t I control you? What kid is always running to other people’s homes?"
"But you should see what you’ve been doing in this house. Shouldn’t you be happier if I go out to make room for you and your Clara? What are you pretending to discipline me for now? It’s disgusting."
Her merciless words deeply pierced Laura Yates, and after speaking, she went directly upstairs.
Not wanting to go out, she didn’t want to stay in the living room with Laura Yates either.
Laura Yates’s face turned pale, unable to believe that the words just now had been spoken by Florence Fuller. She slumped on the sofa, unable to come to her senses. It seemed she saw the look in Florence’s eyes as she turned, truly filled with disgust.
While Florence Fuller couldn’t leave, Clara Fuller had already taken a pile of gifts to the Monrose Family early in the morning.
Abigail Monrose was sitting on the sofa staring dazedly at a magazine when Sister Dawson came in from outside: "Madam, there’s a young lady outside saying she’s Miss Fuller’s sister."
Sister? Abigail Monrose came back to her senses, guessing it must be the daughter the Fuller Family previously raised.
"She brought a lot of things, saying she’s here to express gratitude." Sister Dawson said.