Chapter 27 Hypocrisy

Laura had expected a barrage of scolding when she got home. Instead, when she entered the living room, Mrs. Taylor was uncharacteristically concerned with her. "Laura, did you sleep well recently? Are you having trouble adjusting to your new environment? If you need anything, you can tell Jones. ..." Mrs. Taylor rambled on and on, but Laura didn't want to hear it. After all, who wants to see the hypocritical concern on Mrs. Taylor's face? So as Laura. "Well, I see." She said, and then walked upstairs by herself. Mrs. Taylor was a little embarrassed by Laura's coldness. But she did not show any difference, not annoyed, but smiling. "Laura, you don't know how to talk to elders, I don't blame you. I can hire an teacher for you to teach you etiquette, the piano, and painting." Laura got halfway up the stairs and glanced downstairs at Mrs. Taylor. "I don't need it." The voice was still cold. For some reason, Mrs. Taylor's patience was extraordinarily abundant. She explained, "How can y