Not A Small-Town Girl
Chapter 93-2

Audrey spoke gently and looked at Judy expectantly.

She thought, ’Right now, I’m isolated and helpless in my family, and I need Judy to put in a good word for me in front of my mom. If it weren’t for the fact that Judy had earned my mom’s trust, I wouldn’t have been so polite to a maid.

’I have to endure for now. Sooner or later, I’ll drive Danielle out.

"Miss Darling. your parents are still angry," Judy said. "If I help you bring the letter over, they might not read it. After all, Danielle is their biological daughter, so it’s only natural for them to be a little biased. It’s hard on you."

Judy looked troubled, appearing as though she was still considering Audrey’s situation.

Audrey also felt that her parents were making a mountain out of a molehill, and just as Judy had said, they were biased. She thought, ’Why should I give up my engagement to Danielle? Why should I be the one who gets hurt? ’I was the one who fell in love with David first. If it weren’t for Danielle’s interference, I would definitely have won him over. What’s wrong with me being brave in pursuing love? Now, they’ve directly grounded me.’

Judy looked at Audrey’s resentful gaze and couldn’t help but sneer inwardly, thinking, ’What a brainless woman. I just said a few casual words, and I could make her lose control. I really don’t understand why Mr. Darling wants to protect her.

Audrey looked at Judy with a pitiful gaze and said, "Judy, this is a new necklace I bought recently. I’m giving it to you. Help me bring the letter to my parents."

Somewhat in a tough spot, Judy said, "Alright then, but I can’t guarantee that Mr. Darling and Mrs. Darling would read it."

"It’s fine. As long as you hand it over, I believe they’ll read it." She still had this bit of confidence.

"Miss Darling, do you have any other instructions?" "That’s all. You can go now."

At the dining table in Mithland Manor, Danielle sat at the table, somewhat unable to hold back her laughter. David frowned, holding his fork and poking at the carrots. Those who did not know better would think he had some deep grudge.

"Don’t eat if you don’t like it," Danielle couldn’t help but say.

"Danielle, look, I’m the one who does as you say," Tara said. "I’m not picky at all, unlike someone who has a bunch of bad habits." Ever since Tara was discharged from the hospital, she had been taking jabs at David.

’I really wish Grandma would stay in the hospital for a while, David thought.

"If you want to show that you did a good job at not being a picky eater, go ahead and do it," he said, looking at his grandmother speechlessly. "Why are you taking jabs at me?"