Jazmine Harrison still remembered the day Sarah Blackwood had brought her to their mansion. The way Annabel Blackwood had looked at her—as if Sarah had brought home a beggar. That was exactly how Annabel's contemptuous gaze had made her feel back then, when she had nothing. Back when she still naively believed that Sarah Blackwood was an angel in human skin.
"Do not feel too good about it. Do you wonder why my sister helps the kinds of you?" That night, she had barged into the room Jazmine was given to stay in. Annabel couldn't tolerate a parasite in her home. If her sister really wanted to show off her charity work, she could have bought that woman a separate place. "It was purely for charity's sake. Do you think she helped you because she pitied you? If you think so, then you are severely wrong."
"You do not know Sarah well. She is a kind woman."
