Charlotte Thompson intended to pass Nina Adams without contact, but Nina caught her hand a step quicker.
"Charlotte, now that your status has changed, you look down on me, don't you?"
A frown appeared on Charlotte's face as she opened Nina's grasp, "Miss Adams, I have never said such a thing."
How had she never realized before that he was such a relentless nuisance?
Suddenly, Nina's emotions became agitated, her hand at her side involuntarily clenched tight, and her tone was laced with a few more traces of sarcasm.
"Charlotte, if I had a choice back then, I wouldn't have done that either."
As if recalling some embarrassing moment from the past, Nina took a deep breath.
"If I didn't do that, I would have been bullied, unlike you who has the Thompson Family protecting you, I had nothing, just a lone person."
The tone in Nina's voice was melancholic, her eyes slightly downturned, concealing her expression.
But Charlotte, listening, felt no ripple in her heart.
