Beatrice never treated the people he brought back with a good face. He would only call them “that woman”, never call them sister-in-law and never apologize.
Seeing Harold’s hesitation, Viola changed the subject in time.
“Okay, Beatrice, although I am your sister-in-law, I am actually younger than you. I heard you graduated. Is there anything you like? As your sister-in-law, I haven’t given you a graduation present yet!”
Beatrice shook her head like a rattle.
She just wanted to stay away and didn’t want to feel their happiness.
But Harold rubbed Viola’s head and agreed, “You’re thoughtful.”
He turned his head and glared at Beatrice fiercely, gritting his teeth.
“Don’t be so petty. Take this opportunity to give your sister-in-law a gift and apologize.”
She said that Viola came to buy her a gift.
But wherever Viola’s eyes passed, Harold covered it all for her.
Looking at the two people who were so affectionate in the fitting area, Beatrice hurriedly looked away, regretting even more that she had agreed to follow them.
Clamore.
Clamore was a brand that my mother liked very much.
She looked at the gorgeous clothes in front of her carefully and couldn’t help but think of the time when she went shopping with her parents.
“As long as our parents are here, our Beatrice will always be the little princess in our hands.”
At that time, she felt that she was the happiest person in the world.
But now, Beatrice looked at the price of the dress and found that it was 34,000 dollars, a number that she could not even hope for.
Seeing Beatrice staring at the dress stupidly, Viola blinked at Harold and spoke mysteriously.
“I know what gift to give Beatrice!”
She almost snatched it from Beatrice in one go.
“Beatrice, stay here. You like this skirt, don’t you?”
When Beatrice subconsciously looked at Harold, his eyes were dazed for a moment.
This dress was too expensive and did not suit her status.
More importantly, she didn’t want to owe Viola anymore and even less did she want to owe Harold.
“Sister-in-law, you misunderstood.”
Originally, she didn’t want any gift from Viola.
Everything was done in a forced manner. Beatrice hesitated for a moment, then pointed to the clothing stall outside the window and curled the corners of her mouth.
“I’m not used to the clothes in Clamore. I like the denim shirt. Sister-in-law, please give it to me.”
Clothes worth dozens of dollars were hanging outside, wrinkled.