"Don't think I didn't notice how you were staring at that man in the corridor just now, your eyes were practically glued to him. Don't you know how to show some restraint?"
Stella's face turned red from the elder lady's scolding, yet she dared not refute anything.
These old ladies were all noblewomen; she couldn't afford to offend them.
Moreover, she was indeed in the wrong just now; she did glance at the corridor several more times.
The elder saw she was silent, standing timidly there. Her anger lessened a bit, but she still stubbornly continued, "Isn't that the director of your hospital? He's a child of the Simmons Family, extremely prestigious. You, young woman, shouldn't harbor any unrealistic thoughts. The eldest son's wife has long been arranged."
Knowing full well that the elder spoke the truth, Stella still felt a bitterness in her heart, as if that truth had pierced her heart, making her face pale with pain.
Yes, what was she still hoping for?
