Chapter 379 You Bitch
Elizabeth was the one who bumped into someone first and even stepped on that woman's foot. So she apologized repeatedly, "I'm sorry, I'm sorry! Did I hurt your foot?"
The woman looked Elizabeth up and down with disdain, scolding, "You're wearing pajamas, looking all disheveled. Where did you come from? A prostitute? A prostitute stepping on my foot? Do you have any STDs or other infectious diseases? Disgusting! Get away from me!"
She pinched her nose and stepped back, continuing to scold Elizabeth, "I can smell your foul breath when you talk!Back off!"
Elizabeth remained silent. She suddenly looked up and scrutinized the woman.
The woman appeared to be in her thirties, with well-maintained brown hair. Her skin was slightly dark, a result of the dry and windy climate here, which made the skin of long-term residents look worse.
But Elizabeth was an exception. She inherited her delicate skin from Quiana. Since childhood, her skin was very fine, and people used to call her a bastard because her skin didn't look like that of a local.
The woman in front of her had the typical local skin, dark and rough. However, Elizabeth could still see that she took good care of herself. Her makeup was appropriate, exuding an air of wealth. She wore a fine cashmere coat and high-heeled leather boots. Although her outfit wasn't as fashionable and elegant as those in a big city like New York, Elizabeth could tell she was definitely one of the wealthiest people in this small town.
Elizabeth had seen many sharp-tongued women and felt calm. She was here to collect Nico's ashes. She didn't want to cause any more trouble, and Alexander was busy every day; he couldn't waste time here.
Elizabeth sincerely said again, "I'm sorry for stepping on your foot. I can accompany you to the hospital if it's hurt, and if I damaged your shoes, I can compensate you. Also, please speak with some respect."
"Do you even know what respect is? Who do you think you are, acting all arrogant? I must be unlucky today. Get out of here!" the woman yelled at Elizabeth.
Elizabeth said, "You're going too far!"
That woman put her bag on the nearby sofa and pointed at Elizabeth. "You really have no shame! I have things to do today, and I don't have time to argue with you. You're pushing your luck. Let me see, what kind of prostitute are you?"
Elizabeth remained silent, thinking she must have missed checking her horoscope today. She was just here to have a meal with Alexander and Alice. Then she glared angrily at the woman.
At that moment, the woman recognized Elizabeth. "Is it you?"
Elizabeth was stunned. "Do you know me?"
Although she had lived in the town for twelve years, she had been away for fifteen years. She had no friends here, only humiliation, and she didn't recognize anyone.
"You really are Elizabeth!" Her tone became even more arrogant.
"I heard from Remy this morning that you came back and are staying in a fancy hotel as a prostitute. I thought she was joking, but you really came back and are staying here. You even dare to wear pajamas out. Elizabeth, did you come back to your hometown to be a prostitute?" The woman put her hands on her hips and continued to insult Elizabeth.
Elizabeth was speechless, suddenly feeling that the woman looked familiar, though she couldn't place her. She realized she must have known this woman from childhood, but now they had both grown up and changed so much.
"Who are you?" Elizabeth asked calmly.
"Kismet Hill!" Kismet sneered, "You don't even remember me, Elizabeth. You're so ungrateful!"
When they were children, Kismet's family lived in the town. Her parents held positions of power. If there were social classes, Kismet's family was at the top of the town. Elizabeth, on the other hand, was the most inconspicuous commoner in the town and her family was very poor.
Originally, Elizabeth lived in the countryside and shouldn't have had any interaction with Kismet. But when Elizabeth was twelve, the best elementary school in the town held an event. One of the activities was for children from well-off families in the town to experience life in the countryside and understand the difficulties of poor rural families. At the same time, children from rural families were brought to town to experience life there, as a kind of benefit for them. It was like a trip to enrich their lives and broaden their horizons, and they had to write an essay about it afterward.
At that time, because Nico was seriously ill, Elizabeth's family was extremely poor. The house leaked when it rained, and they had no money to fix it. Elizabeth's shoes were so worn out that her toes were sticking out.
Kismet's parents, wanting to show their kindness and gain a good reputation, specifically chose Elizabeth's family.
They sent Kismet to Elizabeth's house and brought Elizabeth to their home. Kismet's parents thought that a poor rural girl like Elizabeth would be dirty, not having bathed for a year, with lice and snot. They even invited the media to report on Elizabeth's transformation after living in their home for a while.
When the media arrived, Kismet's mother, Xanthe Hill, parted Elizabeth's hair, only to find that Elizabeth was very clean.
Elizabeth was just poorly dressed, wearing clothes that Quiana had altered, with patches. But twelve-year-old Elizabeth was clean, even her hair smelled of flowers. This was because they were so poor that Quiana used wildflowers from behind the house to wash her hair, which could get rid of lice, nourish the hair, and make it smell good.
Xanthe and the reporters, who had come to exploit Elizabeth's rustic appearance as a news gimmick, were all very embarrassed. What made it even more unexpected was that, after a bath and changing into the clothes Xanthe provided—Kismet's discarded clothes—Elizabeth left everyone stunned.
A reporter couldn't help but say, "This little girl is so beautiful, and she could be a child star. She's much prettier than your daughter."
Kismet's parents could only smile awkwardly.
After the reporters left, Xanthe raised her hand and slapped Elizabeth hard across the face, "You little bitch!"