Meanwhile, Deborah and Azalea were having lunch at the dining table in the Floyd family. Unlike yesterday, the atmosphere today was very dull.
Deborah kept a straight face and said nothing while Azalea tried to talk to her. "Grandma, I..."
"Miss Clark, don't talk when you're eating!"
Azalea's face flushed red because Deborah had said this deliberately. Why was it fine for her to chat with Azalea during their meal yesterday?
This was all because Oscar, that damned bastard, hated her. Since Azalea knew that Deborah hated her, she had no choice but to suppress her anger and eat.
Deborah didn't care what Azalea was thinking. She had been looking forward to seeing Azalea before, but now she was just disappointed. Her stomach would lurch in disgust each time she recalled Azalea and Oscar's sickly sweet interactions.