alain de botton on love

"This bitch! She's not the young lady of the Jordan family! She's a bastard of her mother and her lover!"

"Her mother is a bitch, so is she! She is always domineering but turns out to be a fake phoenix!"

"Throw her out! Don't let her stain the carpet of Jordan's house!"

Thea Jordan felt dizzy and fell to the ground under their shove. When her elbow rubbed against the rough ground, a pricking sensation came from her skin.

What was happening?

Thea had a splitting headache, rubbed her temper with her finger, tried hard to open her eyes, and looked at the chaos.

So many people...

Well-dressed and jeweled, everyone looked full of disdain. Some of them even pointed at her and let out a torrent of abuse from their mouths.

Illegitimate daughter? Bastard? Her mother?

Thea tried to digest the information but only forced an involuntary smile. How could an orphan have a mother?

"Thea..." A senile voice came over with a tinge of inexplicable sadness.

Thea raised her head, looked over, and saw a gracious-looking old man passed out at the door.

People shouted by her side, "David is having a heart attack! Call an ambulance!"

Thea finally saw clearly the luxurious house. Apparently, she was under the focus of all attention... Almost everyone landed his gaze on her. They were full of disdain, contempt, and disgust.

This was not a dream... Thea pinched her thigh to confirm the shocking reality.

Slap!