“It was Jennifer,” Cynthia said.
Natalie glanced up, her tone sharp. “Why’d Jennifer come by? Is this about Isabella starting that business?” She didn’t wait for an answer. “Cynthia, you really need to talk some sense into Isabella. What’s the point of her going out and working? She should just stay home, be a good wife and mom. Ethan gives her everything. She gets a huge allowance every month. There’s no way she’ll make that much on her own.”
Natalie rolled her eyes. “Some people just don’t know how to enjoy a good life, even if it’s handed to them.”
Cynthia frowned, her voice calm but firm. “Isabella’s just trying to stand on her own two feet. Why do you have to call her names? She’s not hurting anyone.”
Natalie’s expression turned sour. “So now I can’t say anything about her? Why are you getting all worked up? Who do you think you’re glaring at?”
“I’m not raising my voice,” Cynthia said, her voice quieter.
“Just go. I don’t want to see you. Come back when I’m done eating,” Natalie shot back, cold and dismissive.
Cynthia looked at her for a moment, then turned and headed upstairs. A few minutes later, she came back down, grabbed her purse and car keys, and left.
Natalie didn’t even glance her way as the door shut. Under her breath, she muttered, “Mother and daughter, both the same. No class. Even if luck falls in their lap, they still wouldn’t know how to enjoy it.”



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