Ava Wright instinctively took a step back under that gaze.
She blinked, and it was still the same pale, timid Amelia Wright in front of her, still the same Amelia she could easily trample underfoot.
The two women stared at each other.
The more Ava looked, the more jealous she became.
She had the most luxurious dress, carefully selected jewelry, everything about her was exquisite, yet Amelia was wearing just a white sweater dress, even a bit dirty, standing there lazily, yet she overshadowed her.
Just because of that fox-like face, it made all her painstaking efforts meaningless.
Ava hid the jealousy in her eyes, "Sister, you're back, come with me, let's have a private chat."
She must make Amelia cover that face, or find a way to ruin it if necessary.
Calculating in her heart, Ava wore a gentle, good-sister smile on her face and walked towards Amelia, then… she was stopped.
Hailey Smith reached out to stop Ava.
