“What foul Language you use, daring to talk about my son!" The plump woman enraged like a fury, scolded, “I think you're really looking for trouble, you little brat!"

Raegan had seen all she needed to. The chubby boy clearly took after his mother. It was no surprise he seemed beyond reform. Years of his mother's influence had deeply embedded these traits in him.

The plump woman kept on ranting, "You little siren, thinking you can lure a man with your pretty face. No wonder this cripple fancies you. Pah, you were born a seductress!"

The woman's rant was nonsensical, packed with wild accusations that lashed about aimlessly. Yet, she was quite observant. She noticed that despite Mitchel was crippled, his manners and clothes hinted at wealth.

As for Raegan, dressed in simple, loose, casual attire which the woman failed to recognize as high-end leisure wear, she mistook them for cheap outfits.

To the woman, Raegan was just a girl from a lower class trying to rise above her station, and she didn't think such individuals deserved her attention! She was intent on giving Raegan a severe reprimand!

The plump woman was unaware that Raegan wore loose clothing because she was still breastfeeding after recently giving birth. She innocently believed that Raegan, impoverished, would eagerly cling to a rich man like Mitchel, despite his limp.

Even in loose attire, Raegan managed to turn heads, which sparked intense jealousy in the plump woman. Thus, the plump woman was determined to undermine and malign Raegan with vicious words.

Raegan chuckled. "Do you have trouble seeing? Can't you make out his face even if his leg is hurt? How many girls would vie for someone with a face like his? I happen to like him. What's the issue?"

The woman was taken aback. She hadn't expected Raegan to openly confess to such intentions. Honestly, Raegan spoke the truth. Mitchel, seated in his wheelchair, did possess a striking attractiveness she hadn't seen before. Yet, she wasn't ready to back down. She imagined clawing out Raegan's charming eyes.

"Ugh! You tramp!" The woman retorted, "To speak so freely of such disgraceful matters, you must truly lack any sense of decency!"

“What is so disgraceful about it?" Raegan laughed at the plump woman's ignorance. "Since we're both single, why shouldn't we be attracted to each other? Don't project your sordid thoughts onto us!"

Raegan, letting her guard down, unintentionally let slip her single status, embellishing it with the element of mutual attraction. It was a minor blunder, driven by her irritation with the plump woman.

Before the plump woman could respond, Raegan added, "People like you, who see and think with such filth, are truly repulsive!"

Furious, the plump woman shot back, “Just because you're beautiful, you think you can act so superior? I'll tear out your eyes!"

"What's wrong with being pretty? Does it bother you that much? Did I harm you in any way?" Raegan snapped back.

After a few exchanges, Raegan had figured out the plump woman's strategy.

The woman would start with a barrage of curses, followed by groundless accusations, slandering and belittling her opponents to shatter their confidence and make them easy to manipulate. If someone was emotionally fragile or depressed, such baseless insults could provoke dark thoughts.

Luckily, Raegan was no longer in a vulnerable state and was mentally resilient, making her impervious to such manipulations.

Raegan responded with cutting sarcasm, "My advice to you is not to lose weight. Right now, at least you can blame your weight. If you were thin, you'd have no excuses to hide your inner ugliness."