Sara blinked innocently. "Madam, I said that I really didn't seduce your husband..."
"Of course you won't admit it now!" Yael wiped away her tears. She was in her fifties and her tears didn't seem pitiable at all when she cried like this. On the contrary, her tears blurred her makeup and made up. She looked mottled and a little embarrassed. "I'm telling you, I've seen too many women like you. Don't you just want money? What a good girl! Why don't you just find a job obediently? You're always thinking about other's husband and hurrying to be a mistress... Aren't you afraid that your ancestors will be embarrassed on the face of a well-known man!"
Sara thought silently, "I don't even know where my eighteen generations of ancestors are. Now I don't even know who my real father is."