Tears streamed down Jean Jarvis's face. Her lips trembled as she tried to speak, but no words came out.
Clara Grant watched her, feeling a pang of pity. She walked over to them, picked up the piece of clothing Jean Jarvis had haphazardly draped over Chloe Grant, and used it to properly cover her exposed skin.
Jean Jarvis looked up at her. There was no gratitude in her eyes; instead, they were filled with hostility. She spoke coldly, "We don't need your phony sympathy... Save your fake act. We don't need it!"
Clara Grant straightened up and looked down at her coolly, saying nothing.
'They say a person's final words are kind, but Jean Jarvis was clearly an exception.'
But she didn't want to argue with a dying woman right now.
Cedric Grant, however, had no such patience. He snapped at Clara Grant, "Clara, why are you bothering with them? Ungrateful, unappreciative people like them don't deserve anyone's sympathy!"
