A message came through from Yulia Jones.
It was a photo..
Cheney was wearing the latest haute couture, and Yulia Jones had a new bracelet on her
wrist.
“To cheer Cheney up, Hock Lee booked the entire shopping mall, picked out clothes for her, and even replaced my jewelry with new pieces.”
“As for the clothes I brought back for you, they were Cheney’s hand–me–downs. I was going to throw them away.”
“You’re only good enough for our trash.”
I was shaking with rage. I don’t care how Hock Lee treats me, but how could he treat our child this way?
I threw the clothes at Hock Lee.
lock.
Just because I don’t have money doesn’t mean my child has to wear hand–me–downs. For a moment, Hock Lee looked panicked, then glared at me.
“wrong”
We don’t have much money, him wearing second–hand clothes for now? Hock Lee paused, then gently put his arm
around my shoulders, coaxing me softly.
