Willow slowly took her phone back.
She loved how Sean took over the conversation.
Jane's mouth opened but said nothing.
"You! You!"
Jane said "You" a couple of times and suddenly slammed her phone on the desk.
It was loud, especially in this quiet restaurant.
Many diners and waiters turned their heads to look this way.
"What do you mean? What blood? Who are you scaring?"
Jane shouted through gritted teeth, not wanting to admit defeat.
"I only want to tell you that the fancy restaurants you visit and the designer bags you use are worthless to me."
Sean reached over and tapped on the table with disdain in his eyes.
"Haha. Worthless? It's the first time I've ever seen someone talk about poverty with such confidence.
"You can't afford what you say is worthless!"
Jane lost her temper and lost her mind as she spoke louder.
"I don't know the lives of the people are at the bottom of society, of course.
"And I don't need those experiences because we don't belong to the same clas
