“No, Rachel, she’s just our neighbor. You know her too. I’ve always treated her like a kid—how could there be anything between us?”
“She was just worried about me. There’s no need to think like that.”
Emily Brooks scoffed. “Sure enough, people with a dirty heart see everything as dirty. I was only comforting Jason, but you twist it into something filthy.”
“Enough, both of you. As long as he agrees to a divorce, I don’t need to hear you two putting on this act.”
I was running out of patience.
“I really can’t stand this anymore.” Margaret Miller stepped forward, hands on her hips, ready to slap me, but Jason blocked her, not letting her hit me.
“Rachel Evans, what’s gotten into you? Do you not love Jason anymore? Or do you already have someone else, and that’s why you’re so desperate to divorce him?”
“Jason loves you so much. If he had actually done something wrong, you wouldn’t even have to say it—I’d punish him myself. You’re like a daughter to me!”
“But Jason hasn’t done anything wrong. He’s just been delivering food to support the family, and yet you insist on divorce. Why? If you don’t give me a reason, then today I’ll slap you on behalf of your parents!”