Ava tilted her head, eyes full of feigned curiosity. “What about you? What are you getting me for my birthday?”
Sue remained silent, and Ava pouted, her voice turning aggrieved.
“Sue, are you still mad about me marrying Jerwin? But he tricked me! I was a victim too…”
She even started crying pitifully, looking so fragile and innocent that Lucia’s heart ached.
“That’s enough, Sue!” the old lady snapped. “I already allowed you to marry into my family, so why are you still targeting Ava?
“If anything, it’s your fault for trusting the wrong guy and letting Ava fall into Jerwin’s trap. But they’re divorced now—what more do you want?!”
She was firm, righteous even. This time, even Irwin didn’t speak up for Sue.
He just looked at her in disappointment. “Sue, stop making trouble, okay? Ava didn’t do it on purpose. We grew up together—just let it go.”
Sue’s eyes burned red, but she had nothing left to say.
Between the two of them, Ava felt more like the real mistress.
“Crying like this—what a disgrace! Go to your room and reflect on yourself instead of embarrassing us all!”
Under countless mocking gazes, Sue dragged her heavy steps upstairs.