‘Am I actually hateful in Mr. Whitman's eyes?’

She felt more and more aggrieved, tears of dissatisfaction fell from her eyes. Exasperated, she then raised her hand and swept the perfume bottles on the shelf.

“Jeremy, Eveline, I hate you!”

Hannah yelled at Madeline and Jeremy, then she turned around and ran away, not caring where she was running to.

Jeremy frowned. He did not care about Hannah, but he felt sorry for the smashed perfume.

“She broke some of them, and now the quantity isn’t rig