He picked bones for his secretary—I divorced him

They always ridicule me like this.

Because I sell crepes.

Even my own brother Jacob, because he can get benefits by currying favor with the domineering Vincent, always acts in a way that is not appropriate for him.

Scarlett smiled awkwardly, "Jacob, don't say that. Emily will be mad."

"Emily's image is indeed a bit off. Maybe she doesn't have clothes that fit her. How about this——"

Scarlett suddenly remembered something and rummaged through the designer bag behind her.

My eyes hurt the moment the bag was opened.

I once saw it on the official website and this bag alone is worth 50,000.

I need to sell French crepes for half a year.

But on Scarlett's birthday, Vincent bought it without hesitation by swiping his credit card just because he glanced at it a few more times.

I asked with red eyes, Vincent sighed and explained to me:

"Emily Foster, you know, Scarlett's husband was a good brother under my command back then. He saved my life in a car accident and died on the spot."

"His last wish before he died was for me to take good care of Scarlett. I will definitely treat her like my own sister. This bag is just a gift from me to her on behalf of my brother."

He said that he had treated Scarlett badly and should compensate her.

But I worked so hard selling French crepes for 10 years and never received any gift from him, not even a flower or a greeting card.

“Found it.”

Scarlett rummaged through the bag for a long time, found a spare piece of clothing, and handed it to me with a faint smile.

"Emily, I have worn this dress before, but only once or twice. It is still new."

"You might as well wear it. After all, clothes make the man. A different style of clothes will look much better."

This action came from her unconscious kindness.

My husband Vincent and my brother Jacob gave her admiring looks.

But I just feel humiliated.

She kept handing it to me for a long time, but I remained silent and didn't reach out to take it.

Jacob finally lost his patience, "Emily, don't be so shameless!"

"Sister Scarlett was kind enough to give you her clothes. If you don't want to thank her, that's fine. But why did you make her feel awkward?"

Vincent lit a cigarette and echoed:

"Come on, Emily, you have to know when to stop throwing tantrums."

Scarlett's eyes gradually turned red, "Emily, do you dislike the fact that I wore this dress?"

She hurriedly put away her clothes and said, "I'm sorry, I didn't think it through. How about this, after dinner I'll take you to buy a few pieces..."

"No."

I interrupted her coldly, "I don't deserve it."

I said this and looked at Vincent.

These three words were his original words.

The last time they were shopping in the mall, they didn’t know I was there.

I stared at a skirt that cost $198 and touched it happily for a long time, but I couldn't bear to buy it.

But a belt that Scarlett likes costs $19,800.

Vincent paid for it with his credit card without hesitation.

"As long as you like it, it's worth it."

Scarlett was extremely happy and mentioned:

"Brother Vincent, the clothes here are all very nice. Should we bring some clothes back for Emily?"

Vincent sneered and said:

"No need. The clothes here are so high-end. How can a crepe seller like her wear them? She doesn't deserve them."

"Just buy what you like, don't think about saving money from me."

That day, they went into the depths of the mall in pairs, but I was the only one who was cold all over and stood there stiffly.