"However, I advise you not to be too greedy. I'm giving you this money because you've taken care of my son for quite a while. Consider it... your compensation. But at least look at what kind of thing you are, whether you're worth this price..."
Nell Harris clenched her hand tightly. Mrs. Young never regarded her as human, willing to shatter her dignity and character without restraint.
The anger in Nell Harris's heart surged up.
She looked at Mrs. Young and smiled, "Mrs. Young, you're indeed generous, but... what I want, I'm afraid... you can't afford..."
Mrs. Young said with disgust, "Nell Harris, don't go too far. Be careful not to lose the rice for stealing the chicken, even this you might not get... If you know what's good for you, take the money and leave quickly. Don't keep pestering my son, or I have many ways to make you disappear from his life."
Nell Harris's face still showed a gentle smile, as if she hadn't been provoked at all by Mrs. Young's words.
