She desperately clenched her fists, her nails digging deep into her flesh. Using the physical pain to calm herself down, she forced two tears to fall, raised her head, and looked back at Enna Clark like a resentful wife, hoarsely and tragically retorting, "But what can I do? You were always the favored one, of course you wouldn't understand."
"I just happened to meet President Lawrence a little later than you. Does my love not count as love? Is it wrong to love someone?"
This reasoning, utterly shameless to the extreme.
It's fortunate that Enna Clark has a good temperament. If it were any other woman, facing Miranda Lewis's shameless remarks, they might have been infuriated to the point of dying on the spot.
Enna Clark did not evade, but directly replied to her, "There's nothing wrong with loving someone, the fault lies with the person you love."
"..." Miranda Lewis opened her mouth, wanting to ask what she meant.
