"Jillian, have you gone mad!?"
Her father's voice was low and urgent as he stood up and dragged her deeper into the corner of the hall.
The murmurs around the family hall had already exploded.
"She actually rejected the Saint?"
"How arrogant…"
"Does she still think she's the same Young Mistress from before?"
"She should be grateful someone of the Saint's stature still accepts her."
"What right does she have to refuse now? I heard not only did she lose a few Exalt Grade Treasures but even lost the family heirloom somewhere."
"Her reputation is already ruined in the gutters, and she still thinks she's above everyone? What a farce."
Although many tried to whisper quietly, every word entered Jillian Hayden's ears clearly.
Some were pitying, but most were condemning.
A few even sounded resentful, as though she had thrown away an opportunity they desperately wished they could seize themselves. The comments from her female peers and their gazes were even more venomous.
