Love Burned, She Rose Unscathed

The sound of her name being called out snapped Millie back to reality, but she had drifted too far into her daydreams to catch the question her teacher had just thrown at her. Around her, the snickers from her classmates were unmistakable. Their amusement at her predicament was as clear as day, and Millie's irritation grew visibly.

Sure, she had a penchant for designer labels-clothes, bags, you name it. But her joy sprang from owning them rather than knowing how to mix and match to enhance their appeal. So, all that talk about color coordination and what suits cool versus warm skin tones went in one ear and out the other. As soon as class was dismissed, she made a beeline for the exit, leaving everyone else in her dust.

The mall was just outside, a perfect escape. Recently, she had gone on a bit of a revenge shopping spree using Murray's credit card without him batting an eyelid probably clueless about the dent in his finances.

And right now, driven by a need to soothe her agitated mind, she dove straight into a luxury boutique, ready to splurge.

Meanwhile, Murray was in a meeting, his phone vibrating non-stop with transaction notifications. He glanced at it, expressionless, and then turned the device off.

Beverley, aiming to pick up Millie after class, had the driver pull up to the mall before heading towards the classroom. Honestly, she'd rather be having tea with the ladies, gossiping, and playing cards-worrying about where to shop next or whether a trip abroad would take too long.

But here she was, revolving her life around Millie and the baby on the way, reminding her of classes and picking her up on time, living like her nanny.

Yet, she couldn't afford not to keep an eye on Millie, fearing she'd teach the baby bad habits.

Every now and then, Beverley would regret insisting on keeping Millie's baby, thinking, "Well, it's only for nine months. Once the baby is here, I'll set her straight."

Arriving at the third floor, where Millie's class was supposed to be, Beverley found it empty.

A conversation with the teacher revealed Millie had left early, having given Beverley the wrong class schedule.

Fuming, Beverley tried calling Millie, but after several rings, it went to voicemail.

Storming out of the classroom, she

was about to summon the driver to help search for Millie when she spotted Ker emerging from the Chanel store, arms laden with shopping bags, including several

orange Hermès ones that screamed luxury.

"Oh, so she dares to splurge like this on my son's dime?" Beverley thought, irate at the sight.

Sure that Millie was taking

advantage of the Sherwood family wealth, Beverley stormed over, snatched the shopping bags, and threw them on the ground, before launching into a tirade: "Who do you think you are, using my son's credit card like it's free money? Do you think money grows on trees?!"

"I've never seen someone as greedy as you! Do you really think you're worth all this? Shameless!"Material © of NôvelDrama.Org.

Her anger boiled over, and she let loose, not caring about the scene she was making or the people who had started to gather around, some even filming. Beverley was beyond caring, intent on taking out all her pent-up frustrations.

Seeing Beverley's insults escalate, Millie's patience snapped. She wasn't about to be anyone's doormat.