Sarah's eyes were calm and cold.
She looked at Yvonne, her voice glacial. "I am a doctor, not a miracle worker. If you seek treatment from me, you must abide by my rules."
She had once treated Yvonne as her own younger sister, always setting aside a portion of anything good for her.
Such foolish sentimentality, however, was a thing of the past.
A flicker of anger flared in Yvonne's eyes. Her face darkened. "How dare you speak to me in this manner? Without my brother, without the Ford family, what are you? Do you think you can rely on the Shaw family?"
By the end of her sentence, Yvonne's face was practically dripping with scorn.
Everyone in high society knew that Sarah was not favored within the Shaw family. Even bearing the title of eldest daughter was merely nominal; after all, the
