William Shaw's face was just slightly red before, but now it's completely flushed.
It was like being slapped hard across the face.
How could Sarah Sullivan have a Centurion black card?
William Shaw couldn't accept this fact.
Could she have some sort of relationship with that man?
No!
Sarah Sullivan couldn't even climb up on her own, how could she cross the threshold of the Varley Clan!
"William, is it really a black card that my sister is holding?"
Nora Sullivan noticed William's abnormality and hurriedly asked.
At the same time, her heart was filled with deep jealousy.
Has Sarah found another powerful backer?
This cannot be!
Then all my past showing off would become a huge joke!
"It certainly looks like one on the outside, but it's impossible. She won't know anyone from the Varley Clan," William said pensively.
The Varley Clan?
Nora Sullivan keenly picked up the key information in William's words.
William had lied before; the black card is indeed available domestically.
The Shaw Family doesn't have one, but the Varley Clan does, he's really showing off.
But of course, Nora wouldn't expose William's lie, pretending not to have heard.
Like William, she also didn't think Sarah would have any dealings with the Varley Clan.
That's Huston's top noble family!
Does the little girl deserve it?
Even with Nora's lofty ambitions, she never hoped to cling to the Varley Clan.
Because it's just too distant, unattainable!
"I know, my sister must have bought a replica online. Just like some people spend 20 bucks to buy a fake Ferrari key to show off everywhere. I've seen such people trying to hit on girls at the school gate, and there were actually girls who fell for it, hilarious."
Nora Sullivan came up with the most reasonable explanation.
Hearing this, William Shaw's tightly knit brows relaxed: "Nora, you're right, that's definitely it. What's happened to Sarah? How did she become so vain? It's really unreasonable."
Nora Sullivan said gently, "Maybe my sister wants to prove that she can still live well without you? That's why she acts tough. Oh, we're all women, I can understand her feelings. In fact, I really hope my sister can walk out of the shadow of a breakup and find her perfect love."
William Shaw sneered: "Comparing people can kill, comparing goods can make them worthless! With someone like me sparkling before her, any other man in the world is just rubble! Your sister will never experience love again in this life!"
...
Diagonally across from where the three stood was the famous traditional medicine shop in Huston, "Skillful Hand Hall."
In front of the floor-to-ceiling windows on the second floor, a man was watching the three downstairs with great interest.
Being far away, he couldn't hear the words, but from the actions, he could roughly guess it was two women fighting over a man.
One woman succeeded, the other failed.
The failed woman took steps towards the first-floor entrance of "Skillful Hand Hall."
Because her clothes were wet, the loose hoodie was now clinging to her.
The man had good eyesight and could make out the girl's undulating figure.
He couldn't help but recall a sentence from a few days ago—"Sister-in-law is still sister-in-law, but where am I small?"
A hint of amusement flashed in the man's eyes.
"Not small at all," he murmured to himself.
...
Sarah Sullivan arrived at the counter.
"Lingzhi, ambergris, snow lotus, deer antler, musk, seahorse..." She took out a prescription that listed a series of precious Chinese herbs.
"Miss, you..."
The clerk was about to fetch the medicine for Sarah when he saw the shopkeeper at the corner of the second floor making a discreet gesture.
The clerk was quick-witted and immediately changed his tune: "Miss, please hold on a moment, I'll check in the warehouse to see if we have these medicines in stock."
Sarah Sullivan didn't object, allowing the clerk to leave the counter with the prescription.
On the second floor.
Victor Quinn looked at the prescription in his hand: "My sister-in-law is more capable than I imagined."
The shopkeeper bowed and served on the side: "Young Master Quinn, about these medicines?"
Victor Quinn handed the prescription back to him: "Have her come back tomorrow. These herbs are so precious, we need to prepare them carefully."
The shopkeeper understood the underlying message: "Understood, Young Master Quinn. I'll get on it."
He turned to walk downstairs.
But then he heard a voice: "Hold on..."
Victor Quinn was casually playing with his nails, his tone relaxed, with a smile on his face: "Young Master is just Young Master, why add an 'illegitimate' to it? Are you reminding me I'm not the legitimate young master of the Varley Clan?"
The shopkeeper broke out in a cold sweat!
...
Sarah Sullivan returned to the old manor of the Varley Clan, not seeing Mr. and Mrs. Varley or Brightan.
She returned to her own courtyard.
Three meals a day were brought to the dining room, and since Anthony Varley naturally didn't need food or drink, Sarah was always the one facing a table full of gourmet food alone.
Though sumptuous, it was cold and lonely, with no sense of warmth or vitality.
"Sally, afraid you might feel bored eating alone, I'm here to keep you company."
The door opened, and Florence Varley burst in energetically.
This aunty is quite amusing. In the morning, she said she wanted to stay away from trouble, and by the evening, she returned eagerly.
Sarah didn't speak, burying her head in eating.
For her, not driving someone out was tantamount to tacit permission.
Florence Varley was already accustomed to Sarah's attitude and didn't mind at all. After they finished eating, Florence said mysteriously: "Sally, I know how frustrating it is to be with an ill spouse, especially for a stunning beauty like you, wasting your youth. Everyone wishes that brat would wake up soon. I heard from the doctor that it's good to talk more to him, he can hear it, and this kind of communication aids recovery. Especially those closest to him should talk more, letting him feel the concern from the outside world."
Sarah knew her aunt was right, but the problem was she wasn't much of a talker, and she barely knew Anthony despite being married in name, barely knowing each other like strangers.
They naturally had no common topics.
What should she talk about?
Florence saw through Sarah's mind and smirked, "Hehe, I know you're not good with words, so I've brought you a lot of material. Just read them aloud."
As she spoke, Florence took out a pile of colorful paperback booklets from her Hermes handbag.
"Gentle Tyrant, Take It Easy""That Night, You Hurt Me""Drowning in Desire""Husband, Please Control Yourself""Nemesis, I Still Want You!"
Gazing at the tantalizing and stimulating titles and the suggestive and racy illustrations on the covers, Sarah was a bit dumbfounded.
"These are carefully selected for you, and the content is quite stimulating! Just imagine, you're already a delicate beauty, and reading these fiery contents, which man could resist? Never mind a person in a vegetative state, even a dead person could be excited. Who knows, as you read, my nephew might just jump out of bed and do unspeakable things to you!"
Florence laughed heartily at the scenario she imagined, casually picking up a book and began reading Amanda a passage from "Gentle Tyrant, Take It Easy".
"That night, when everyone was asleep, the young prince sneaked to the side wife's room and peeked through the door crack. He saw the side wife about to undress for a bath. The lady looked stunning, her figure was graceful, and her every move radiated allure, full of charm. Watching her toss aside a red undergarment embroidered with mandarin ducks, the young prince was ablaze with desire, unable to contain himself. He kicked open the door and leered, 'Young lady, tonight, even if you scream your lungs out, no one will—'"
Florence read with animation and passion, unaware that Sarah's face had already turned dark.
Seeing Florence beginning to mimic sounds with "ah ah" in her reading, Sarah could no longer hold it in.
She walked to the door and opened it: "Get out!"
Aunt Florence was enraptured in her reading, and seeing Sarah's outburst, she felt aggrieved: "Sally, the writing is good, just look at this paragraph... Ah, it even has a father-in-law seducing his daughter-in-law scene, so thrilling!"
"I told you to get out!" Sarah raised her voice.
"Fine, I'm not reading, why so fierce?"
Florence was not happy, reluctantly stuffing the books back into her bag. At the door, she couldn't resist adding, "Sally, even if you don't read them to that brat, it's good to read them yourself, to keep from getting too lonely watching an empty room and start thinking of all sorts of nonsense—"
"Bang!"
The door swung shut with a heavy thud, responding to this disrespectful elder.
Florence finally left, and Sarah felt the world was quiet once more.
She returned to the bedside, sitting by the side, looking at the sleeping man.
After thinking for a long time, she finally found a topic.
"Anthony, today I saw my ex-boyfriend."
Anthony was covered by the blanket.
Beneath it, upon hearing the words "ex-boyfriend," no one realized the man, though in a seemingly vegetative state, had clenched his fist!