Love Burned, She Rose Unscathed novel Chapter 197

In Beverley's eyes, her son was the gold standard.

No matter what, his future wife had to be nothing less than a Master's degree holder, preferably with a stint at an Ivy League school overseas.

Millie, in every aspect, fell short of these expectations. It was only because of the baby she was carrying that Beverley reluctantly agreed to meet her.

As for her actually joining the family...Dream on!

Hertha, after hearing the plan, just shrugged, seemingly unsurprised by Beverley's intentions.

She tossed her scarf into the trash and wiped her hands with a sanitizing wipe, as if afraid she might catch Millie’s lack of sophistication.

"That's how it should be. Millie is nothing, dreaming of becoming my sister-in-law... She's not even in the same league as Roseanne."

All Millie had was the title of being the prettiest girl at school, but beyond her looks, she had nothing to offer. Hertha couldn't fathom what her brother saw in her.

Totally blinded by love!

"I'm so over this, don't bother me with my brother's mess, I'm heading out!"

Hertha grabbed some gifts and imported fruits, ready to leave.

She wanted to visit Ms. Payne, to plead her case one more time. If Ms. Payne agreed to expand her intake, then Hertha still had a chance!

Beverley watched her daughter hurry out, "It's icy out there, drive safe..."

Arriving at Ms. Payne's, the memory of her previous rejection came flooding back, making Hertha bite her lip, a wave of nervousness washing over her.

Hertha noticed Roseanne's gloves, stained with fresh mud from the recent rain, a clear sign of diligent work.

This time, Hertha wouldn't foolishly assume Roseanne was there for menial labor.

Clearly, her relationship with Ms. Payne was no longer just professional.

Hertha's tone soured, "I underestimated you. Using this tactic to curry favor with the professor. Is that why you aced your interview? Because of this?"

She had heard of students who would do anything to please their mentors, acting more like personal assistants than scholars.

Lower than a dog!