"Cynthia Sullivan, which eye of yours sees that she's prettier than me?"
Crystal became even angrier, shoved her own mother hard, distanced herself, and hid on a sofa at the side. She demanded, "Are you even my real mom? How could you praise another girl for being prettier than me? You've broken my heart... wah wah..."
"Ah, Crystal, it's Mom's fault for saying the wrong thing. You're prettier, much prettier than her. Let's just say Daniel has no taste, treating an ugly girl as if she's a beauty…"
Cynthia Sullivan slapped herself lightly on the mouth while trying to shift all the blame to Daniel, hoping her petty daughter wouldn't hold a grudge.
However.
Deep inside, she couldn't help but blame that detestable ex-husband. It was all his lousy genes that caused her daughter's looks to fall short of perfection. Compared to that girl in the living room, the gap was significant.
If only she could have been with George Shaw, she thought, she would have had a flawless, perfect child!
