The Unveiling of Secret Queen-Chapter 1191: You wouldn’t have even prepared the pen for me, would you?

The waiter at the café couldn’t help but glance curiously in Nathalie Quinlan’s direction as he delivered the coffee.

His gaze seemed to say, ’How can this girl be so thoughtless, making the elderly cry in such a short time’.

Nathalie felt the other’s gaze on her, and her eyes, pure black and white, glanced at him.

The waiter quickly placed the lemon water in front of her, didn’t dare to look any more, and picked up the tray to leave: "Your coffee is here, enjoy it slowly."

She walked away quickly.

In the blink of an eye, there was no shadow of her left.

Nathalie’s fair hand held the glass but didn’t lift it, her fingers rubbed the rim of the glass, looking quite annoyed as she glanced at Cindy Lawrence crying there, in a cold tone: "Did you ask me to have water just to say this?"

Emilia Sullivan was comforting Cindy Lawrence, who was tear-stained, while looking at Nathalie unhappily, barely holding back; "Nathalie, look at your grandmother, she’s crying like this. At her age, she only asked you this once; why don’t you just let it go? I know Ghania was wrong this time; I’ll make her apologize to you. Can’t you sign the letter of understanding, just sign it?"

Saying that, Emilia Sullivan took out a stack of A4 papers from her bag, and the words "Letter of Understanding" were printed clearly in bold regular script.

Obviously, they had been prepared long ago, just waiting for Nathalie to sign.

Nathalie gave a rather irritated laugh, looked up at her, with restrained irritability in her pupils, sneering: "Didn’t you prepare the pen for me as well?"

Emilia Sullivan didn’t catch the mockery in her words.

Thinking she was willing to sign, she hurriedly took out a black ballpoint pen from her bag and placed it on the table: "I was afraid you didn’t bring a pen..."

Nathalie laughed.

She didn’t take it, instead leaned back in her seat, crossed her arms, and looked at the two with extreme indifference: "You can give up, I won’t sign it."

"Nathalie..." Emilia Sullivan became anxious, unable to sit still, wanting to say something.

Cindy Lawrence, who had just been wiping tears with a snot-laden face, finally couldn’t take it anymore; her face turned blue with anger, and she slammed the table with a loud sound, raising her voice: "Nathalie Quinlan, Ghania is your sister! You’ve made it so she can’t even go to college, what more do you want? Do you want to see me die? We raised you for eighteen years, for nothing! Even if we raised a dog, it would wag its tail, but you, you only know how to bite!"

Hearing this, Nathalie didn’t bother to maintain a facade of hypocrisy with them anymore, and bluntly retorted: "Didn’t you raise me just so I could give blood regularly to Ghania?"

Cindy Lawrence immediately deflated like a punctured balloon, feeling embarrassed, avoiding eye contact and stubbornly said: "Even if that’s the case, we raised you. Raising is raising, didn’t you eat and drink our family’s food for all these years? You’ve enjoyed everything of ours, what’s wrong with us wanting a bit of blood, you’ve grown up just fine until now."

Her voice was loud, akin to a shrew.

Immediately drew quite a few people’s attention this way.

Some people didn’t understand what was happening but recognized Nathalie.

Immediately started pointing and commenting.

"Isn’t that the freshman from this year’s class, what’s her name, Qiao... Nathalie Quinlan? What are they doing, arguing?" 𝒇𝒓𝙚𝒆𝔀𝓮𝓫𝒏𝓸𝙫𝓮𝓵.𝓬𝙤𝙢

"I heard her grandmother talking about her, not sure what it’s about."

"That elderly person is so old, and she doesn’t show a bit of respect; such a shame with that pretty face, not even understanding the basic principle of respecting the old and loving the young."

"Yeah, who argues with their own grandmother, no matter what, the elderly are still elders."