Chapter 180 On My Life

• Flora scoffed and turned to Constance. So this is his attitude, Constance? He can't even be bothered to explain himself once I've seen through his act?
• Constance bit her lip and sighed before she said resignedly, Mom, he's already explained himself, but you refuse to believe him.
• Well, why should I? He has told his fair share of lies. If he claims to be some divine physician who can cure Old Mrs. Quantrill's illness, why can't he cure his own lame leg first? How can I believe him if he can't even treat himself?