The wind whipped around Carla's thin, lonely figure, kneeling in the dim light of the gate lamps. Seren felt no sympathy for her. She remembered the time Carla had kicked her while she was down, leaving her to kneel in the cold in wet clothes. She was not a forgiving person.
She glanced at Carla for only a moment before continuing on her way. She had no desire to gloat.
Carla, however, looked up at the sound of footsteps and her face tightened when she saw it was Seren. She quickly scanned the area, and seeing that they were alone, she struggled to her feet, her knees numb.
"Seren," she called out. "Did you come here just to laugh at me?"
Seren stopped and turned, a bright, brilliant smile on her face. "You figured it out." If Carla was looking for a fight, she was happy to oblige.
Carla was taken aback. "You must be disappointed then," she sneered. "I caused a massive scandal, and my only punishment is to kneel. You made one small mistake, and Mother disowned you."
Seren's smile didn't waver. "How nice for you. But what does that have to do with me?"
Carla was silenced again. It was like punching a pillow; her words had no effect. She finally realized that Seren was truly done with the Bradley family.
After a long pause, Carla tried a new tactic. "So you married into the Crestwell family. Is that what you're so proud of? Do you really think anyone there respects you? You're used goods, after all."
Seren's eyebrows shot up. She had no intention of getting into a drawn-out argument, but she wasn't going to just stand there and take insults. "My husband treats me well. Why shouldn't I be proud? Would you rather I be like you? Dumped and have my nudes plastered all over the internet?"



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