Chapter 118: Tomorrow's Lunch

Oliver looked at Alison coldly, as though she were nothing more than a ridiculous clown. Alison's emotions were spiraling, her voice growing louder as she unleashed all the anger she'd been holding inside. But as she continued, her voice gradually softened until it fell silent. She lowered her head and suddenly noticed the two pairs of shoes on the floor: one pair of worn canvas shoes, and the other, high-end leather shoes handcrafted by a master. It was like the stark contrast between two different classes. How could an ordinary person like her break through social barriers and expect fair treatment? A bitter smile appeared on Alison's face. It was a mocking smile, not directed at anyone else but herself—mocking how foolish and naive she had been. The law was created by the powerful, designed to govern people like her. How could she possibly rebel against that? It was futile. "I understand now. Don’t worry, I won’t call the police. Uncle Oliver, I hope you remain as confident, st