His words have always been sharp, capable of infuriating someone half to death.
Scarlett raised her head, angrily slapped his hand away, bit her lip, and snapped, "Yes, yes, I'm not gentle or pretty, Young Master should cherish women like Alice Green—when she cries, it's so moving and touching. Young Master must be heartbroken by her tears, hurry up and pick up the pieces before the wind blows them away, or Young Master will become heartless."
A string of bitter remarks tumbled out of her mouth like pouring beans.
After she finished, as if still dissatisfied, she continued sarcastically, "With all this thunder and rain, Miss Green must be terrified. Young Master had better stay with her tonight; if she's frightened, you would be so heartbroken."
"Miss Yates, don't you, don't you dislike me so much?" A soft, tearful voice quietly sounded, as if the speaker had suffered greatly, the tone was deeply plaintive.
Was this Alice Green's voice?!
