Lori glanced at the black bank card she put on the table, which gleamed brightly under the crystal chandelier.
The woman opposite was very beautiful. Lori had seen her on TV before, but now she was much more beautiful than on TV.
Lori bit her lips. "I can't take this. Mom said we can't take things that are not ours." Lori said and lowered her head, with a bit of sorrow in her eyes.
She scratched her fingers nervously with both hands as if she was about to break her skin.
Looking at Lori, Hilla didn't know why, but she felt a trace of sympathy and distress.
Lori looked weak and humble, just like Hilla herself when the Holt family was down and out two years ago.
Although Hilla didn't know if she was faking it, as Margaret said, she had to say that if she was, her acting was really good.
"I saved Mr. Anderson. I know you will thank me. If you want to thank me, can you not give me this card? Instead..."
