"That's because you know you don't deserve it!" Misha Evans interrupted her with a proud smirk on her lips.
"Evelyn Sherman, once I become the Young Lady Yale, you'll be the first one I take care of. You can only watch helplessly as Chester and I live a loving life. I'll bear him many children, while you will have nothing."
"Where do you get the confidence to think you can surpass me, or the confidence that Chester Yale will definitely agree to marry you? Relying on your family background to win a man's favor, don't you find it pathetic?"
Evelyn Sherman looked at Misha Evans, who was flaunting her power, and her lips parted coldly.
Her eyes were indifferent as she watched her.
Seeing that Evelyn Sherman was not jealous or envious, Misha's facial expression stiffened, and she held her head even higher.