Chapter 315 Princess and the Philistine
Setting a bowl of oatmeal down on Naomi’s nightstand, Fional prompted gently, “Ms. Naomi, you have to eat something. My sources told me that the Quinnells’ long-lost daughter grew up in a mountain village.”
There was contempt in Fiona’s voice as she continued, “She was one of the kidnapping victims rescued from Havenlight County. No proper young lady has ever come from an impoverished place like that. So don’t worry, Ms. Naomi, you’ve already won by upbringing alone.”
Upon hearing this, Naomi finally poked her head out from underneath
her covers. She muttered, “Aunt Fiona, once you leave this bedroom, make sure to never repeat what you just told me. You don’t want anyone hearing you insult the Quinnells’ biological daughter.”
“I’m just stating facts, Ms. Naomi. You and that wench are from t different worlds. She’s a young lady in name only, but a philistine
upbringing,” Fiona pointed out. ↑
Relieved that Naomi had finally spoken, she went on to say, “Just wai and see. Even if she were reunited with the Quinnells, it would take a
lot more than a fancy last name for her to fit into high society. You know how vicious the elite crowd can be. They certainly won’t go easy
on a bumpkin.”
Naomi stirred the oatmeal as she took in Fiona’s words of comfort,
contemplating. “Aunt Fiona, your prejudice toward the young lady will
put my parents in a hard place.”
Fiona sighed. “You’re too kind for your own good, Ms. Naomi. You
Chapter 315 Princess and the Philistine
may wish to be friends with this bumpkin, but what about her? She’d probably want you to disappear.” Her voice grew louder at the thought of this. “Why, I bet she’s already told Mr. Quinnell to send you packing!
“Aunt Fiona!” Naomi stopped Fiona’s ranting and warned softly,” That’s enough badm*uthing. Now, why don’t you help me prepare at welcoming gift for her? We can think of it as a present from a
younger sister.”
Fiona was obliging as ever to Naomi. When she saw the dark look in the latter’s eyes, she immediately said, “Right away.”
Meanwhile, things were getting lively at the Quinnell residence. Shane, in particular, looked like he had looted an entire mall.
He went up to Fabian and asked, “Dad, when’s our little princess.
getting here? Look at all the stuff I bought her.”
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