Sophie Kenwick could not recall ever being treated so poorly before.

Although her father had taught her to forgive others whenever she could, she found it hard to tolerate the lack of respect any further.

“Excuse me, can you let me browse in peace?” she asked calmly. Her tone did not make her appear to be an innocent girl, however.

Nevertheless, the sales assistant wasn't backing off but even rolled her eyes at Sophie. “Can you let us sell clothes in peace? How are we supposed to sell any of those if you dirty them up?”

Sophie was speechless.

She remembered her father's advice about forgiveness and letting things go, but he also taught her not to tolerate what was intolerable.

She clenched her fists tightly. “What makes you think I won’t buy it?”

“Look at yourself! You don't look like you’re here to buy anything,” the sales assistant retorted.

“What’s wrong with the way I look?” Sophie asked defensively.

The staff studied her from head to toe. “You look poor,” she said in a sa