"Miss Chavez."

Miss Chavez was a good person. She didn't deserve to be her friend.

Sabrina pointed at the surveillance camera and continued, "The video will clearly show you bumping into her. Raising your voice doesn't make your argument any more reasonable. Miss Nelson was generous in offering to compensate you for the cleaning expenses. If you want to involve the police, go ahead. We will stand our ground."

The woman's face was drained of color. Staring at Sabrina, a sense of recognition dawned on her. She just heard Shirley call Sabrina Miss Chavez, and something clicked.

"Are you Sabrina?"

"Yes." Sabrina assumed that the woman had recognized her from her photos on the Internet.

The woman sneered and looked Sabrina up and down.

“The Chavez family is always poking their noses where they don't belong. You deserve to be dead."

The cruelty in the woman's expression reminded Sabrina of a person she used to know.

Yesterday, when she learned the truth about her father's death,

Sabrina was overcome with grief. Upon hearing the woman's vindictive words, a cold glint flickered in her eyes. She offered a sardonic smile.

"My mother died early and left me in the Chavez family.

Everything I've learned is from my father."

"You..." The woman seethed.

"A pheasant is a pheasant! Even though you have married into the wealthy Blakely family, you have remained a pheasant! You're unrefined and rude!"

Sabrina should say those words! No wonder Tyrone left her!

Crossing her arms defiantly, Sabrina retorted, "Fortunately, my mother passed away early and didn't teach me to blame others and shout at them when it was my fault for bumping into them!"

“How dare you!" The woman spat out, infuriated.

"I didn't expect you to become so eloquent after all these years!

When Sabrina was a child, Sabrina didn't even dare to make a sound when she was tormented or physically hurt by the other kids.