"Valentine, since you're back today, stay for a few more days. Mom has so much to talk to you about."
Laurine Teller knocked on the door, "Open the door so Mom can have a good look at you."
Valentine Teller begrudgingly opened the car door, then unconsciously scooted inward.
Laurine Teller squeezed in unceremoniously, sat closely next to Valentine, and enthusiastically caressed her face, "My Valentine is getting more and more beautiful, her skin so much better, don't forget Mom when you're living the good life!"
"Mom, how... how have you been recently?"
Valentine's back was pressed tightly against Mark Reed, worried he might look down on her.
Her foster mother was a streetwalker, and she was a streetwalker's daughter, while he was a successful eligible bachelor. The gap between the two was just too vast.
This thought made her unable to hold her head high, something she had never done since she was a child.
