Beat her to death!_1

"Breast augmentation surgery?"

"Yeah. Alas... my friend is pitiable, too. She dated her ex-boyfriend for five years, but he dumped her for a girl with bigger breasts because he thought hers were too small."

Amanda Jenkins furrowed her brows, "Our bodies are a gift from our parents; is it necessary to get breast augmentation just because of some scumbag?"

"It's not just for that guy; she's also thinking about her future. Most men nowadays are like that," Emily joked. "What can you say, it's in a man's nature—who doesn't want their wife to be fair, beautiful, and busty?"

Amanda Jenkins was momentarily stunned, suddenly remembering that William had just commented on her small chest...

She looked down at her own chest.

While it wasn't a C or D cup, it wasn't flat-chested either—she was at least a B cup.

It's just that she was quite slim and liked to wear loose clothes.

She didn't care what William said, but she did care about what her husband, Lucas Griffin, thought.