The Wrong Woman

Being confessed to by the man she liked, Sienna felt she was in a dream. It was so unreal.

Her emotions for the whole day were too overwhelming to put into words.

When she finally calmed down, she wondered what someone as outstanding as Daniel saw in her. Her family background, education, job, and looks were average. She also had a bit of a temper.

But Daniel was different. He came from a wealthy family and had a prestigious job. He was educated, exceptionally capable, and good-looking. No matter how she looked at it, she didn't measure up to him.

He must have made a mistake.

Sienna felt a bit insecure and started to overthink.

She wanted to ask for some more clarification.

In the afternoon, Shelly came back with several boxes of goods.

She shouted at the door, "Sienna, come out and help with the goods."

Sienna walked out of the store and assessed the amount of goods in the cart. She said, "We got less today."

Shelly was annoyed as she said, "Felix took a few thousand from me and hasn't paid it back yet. I don't have money to buy goods now! Where's your food expenses for this month?" Carrying the goods, Sienna calmly replied, "Isn't it time to pay for household expenses?"

Shelly nagged as she worked, "You'd better find a husband as soon as possible. You'll be 30 soon. If you get older, there's no one who wants to marry you."

Sienna was unhappy. She straight away put the boxes down and walked out. She said, "Mom, I'm only 26."

Shelly coldly snorted, "You're already 27."

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Shelly said, "If you want to argue with me about your age, you'd better spend more time looking for a husband."

Shelly sat down on the chair at the door. Feeling exhausted from bringing the goods back, she panted as her hands were on her thighs.

Sienna stopped her movements to look at Shelly. She hesitated for a few seconds before asking, "Mom, if there's a very wealthy man who likes me, he—" Shelly interrupted, "How wealthy?"

Sienna pondered seriously before saying, "He has a family business, which can be counted as one of the top ten in Phoenicia."

Shelly coldly snorted. She laughed

as she said, "You'd better find a man

who matches your family

background. It's okay if he has better conditions. Don't dream of marrying into a wealthy family!" S

Sienna felt anxious. She said, "It's true."

Shelly asked again, "What does he do?"

When she thought of his profession, she didn't dare to tell Shelly.

Shelly always told her not to marry orphans without parents, poor people without assets, and police officers with dangerous jobs.

Shelly patted her thigh before standing up. She sarcastically said, "Sienna, be practical in life. You're good-looking, so it's okay to marry into a good family. "Don't dream of marrying into a wealthy family because those are not a match for us."

Sienna gathered her courage and said, "He's an anti-drug officer."

"What?" Shelly asked as she was very shocked. She asked seriously, "He is an anti-drug officer?"

Sienna felt that it was hopeless when she saw Shelly's shock expression, so she nodded.

Shelly's expression turned pale, and she became irritable. She yelled while moving the goods, "If you marry an anti-drug officer, don't say you're my daughter! "Cut me out of your life first, and then you can consider marriage!"

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"Mom, what's wrong with being a police officer? They protect the people and maintain public safety. Our country is peaceful and stable because of the police officers' dedication, isn't it?"

Shelly's expression turned grim. After she finished carrying the last box of goods, she stood up properly and said, "I didn't say that the police are bad.

"On the contrary, the police are good and everyone should respect them. But girls shouldn't marry anti-drug forces, do you understand?"

"Why is that?" Sienna asked. She felt very sad and wanted to cry.

Shelly had been urging her to marry, but when she met someone she wanted to marry, Shelly objected.

Shelly entered their store and Sienna followed her.

As Shelly opened the box to

organize the items, she said, "Do you

know how many anti-drug officers die every year? The mortality rate is the highest and most brutal among all professions."