Is Lucy Wells' mother really such a person?
The gazes of everyone in the venue were like daggers piercing Emma Wells. Lucy Wells frowned, took two steps forward with her long skirt in hand, and stood in front of her mother, confronting Daisy Lewis: "You don't need to judge my mother!"
"You're not welcome here, please leave!" Lucy's defense moved Emma deeply. Her daughter... despite being shamed by her actions, still stood by her side.
Sophie Wilson glanced at Lucy, sighing softly in her heart. Lucy was mature, indeed, but too gentle!
With someone like Daisy Lewis, why be polite?
Just kick her out!
Ugh!
She doesn't deserve such face.
"Daisy Lewis, are you jealous or just plain jealous?" Sophie said with amusement, "What is it? Seeing Lucy marrying a wealthy man, you've gone mad with envy, haven't you? You're dying to marry in yourself, huh?"
