I was rendered speechless. "Someone will eat it. If you think it's sour, then pick from trees that aren't sour."
I ignored her after saying that and continued to pick the fruits.
Elena turned around and left as well. Just a s I had breathed a sigh of relief, she shouted out to me, “Ms. Lane, the fruits on this tree look pretty good. Why don't you climb up and pick some?"
I turned back to look and my mouth could not help but twitch. The fruit tree she was referring to was the tallest in the orchard.
How could it be that easy to pick fruits from such a tall tree?
I blandly said, "I don't know how to climb trees."
"You don’t?” Elena looked at me in surprise. "Theo said you grew up in the countryside. How could children there not know how to climb trees?”
I frowned. "Theo told you?"
Elena nodded, then said smugly, "Yeah, he often tells me stories about the past."
I pursed my lips and said no more.
Seeing that I was about to leave, she stood i n my way and said, "The fruits on this tree must be especially sweet. Can you stop being so selfish? What could possibly happen if you climb up there and pick some? Who will eat all the sour fruits you picked? I think you just don’t want Mr.
Collins to eat fruits."
Who did she think she was?
I took a deep breath and held back the annoyance in my heart. I said to her in a cold tone, "Do you not have limbs? If you want to pick the fruits on this tree and think it's easy to climb trees, why don’t you climb up there and pick the fruits yourself?"
This woman must be sick in the head.
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