I choose to feed it to the dogs rather than give it to you."
Then, I immediately got out of the car, walked in front of the two, and stood still.
"Sorry to bother Mr. Lance on you date. I'm here to take my things away. That way, they won't affect you."
I spoke and reached for the things in Windsor's hand, but Windsor let go of her hand one second before me.
She did it on purpose. But to outsiders, it looked like I didn't get them.
The soup splashed everywhere, and most of the ticket was soaked.
Windsor apologized in shock. But when she got close to me, she whispered, "I know you have a terminal illness. You'd better die far away. See. Being a mistress will kill yourself."
I slapped her.
Clement immediately pushed me away. I sat in the soup, looking extremely miserable, while he was carefully checking Windsor's face.
"Katherine, apologize." He suppressed his anger and looked down at me.
I ignored them. I picked up the ticket, folded it up, and put it away.
I picked up the lunch box. I was covered in grease, looking embarrassed.
I turned and walked back to my car.
"Clement, you won't be able to eat this meal anymore.
"Sorry to bother you today. I wish you a happy life."