Good Sister

George knew Monica's fiery temperament well; she was always forthright and direct, and given her close relationship with me, he wasn't surprised by her explosive entrance.

Dropping his head submissively, George adopted a sincerely remorseful demeanor. "Haven't I warned you to be careful, to not fool around outside? How did you assure me, huh?" Monica relentlessly berated George, fiercely loyal as ever. "Do you think you deserve Grace? She moved all the way to G city to struggle alongside you. You are everything to her. Did you ever think about how she feels?"

"I was wrong!" George mumbled, his head hanging.

"Are you blind? Open your damn eyes and see! How is your wife any less than that woman outside?"

"Grace, you too. How could you not tell me something this big? The whole city is buzzing about it. You two really know how to keep your cool. Grace, do you still consider me your best friend?"