Adam Anderson recently had a lot of worries, so he didn't like hearing any more troublesome matters. Seeing the young girl on the verge of tears, for some reason, he felt a faint sense of disgust.
If it weren't for her looking quite decent, Adam Anderson would have probably kicked her out long ago.
"Alright, alright, I let you stay in South Grove, can't you behave? Do you think just any woman can live in South Grove?"
Isabella Scott finally put away her tears, feeling a bit better. She followed the man inside. As they got closer, the girl tilted her head and saw the hickey on the man's neck; he never bothered to hide these.
Thinking that just earlier, Adam Anderson was lying in bed with another woman, she felt a surge of frustration. The position of Mrs. Anderson was hers; no other woman should even think about it.
