Mrs. Legare added, “A woman like you thinks she can marry into a wealthy family? Be careful you don’t get played and dumped. Do you really think it’s that easy to marry rich?”
Aitana’s face tightened. She said sharply, “Auntie, I’m at work. Please leave. Don’t interfere with my patients. And if you keep slandering me, this clinic has CCTV. I can sue you for defamation.”
“I don’t love Joaquin—that’s my right. I’m from Wiltspoon. Why should I move? If you’re worried he can’t let go, tell your son to move out.”
Mrs. Legare fired back, “Your family is rich. You can buy another house anytime. My son worked hard for what he has. If we move, we’d have to start over. Do you think we have that kind of money?”
The waiting patients were stunned by her shamelessness. They jumped in, defending Aitana and condemning Mrs. Legare’s unreasonable behavior.
Shameless—absolutely shameless.
Aitana didn’t want to waste another second arguing. She had long known that behind her friendly face, Mrs. Legare was selfish and unreasonable.