Chapter 1481: 1481. Identify Bitch Tool

Elly Campbell was about to push the door open when she heard voices coming from inside.

“Miss Taylor, thank you so much for coming all this way to tutor Abigail.”

The voice sounded somewhat elderly.

It was said that Abigail lived with her aging grandmother, relying on each other for support. Since her grandmother was old, all the heavy chores around the house were done by Abigail, who was only ten years old.

She had to attend school and manage housework—a burden indeed heavy for a ten-year-old child.

“Grandmother Wood, there’s no need to be so polite. Abigail is an eager learner. If she’s nurtured properly, she could grow to become a pillar of society.”

Sophia Taylor shared the same sentiment. Abigail was indeed a remarkable child. In her heart, she was even more determined to sponsor Abigail’s education. If Abigail had the ability to continue her studies after university, Sophia planned to keep supporting her.

Cultivating talent wasn’t easy, and Elly Campbell also hoped Abigail would have a good future.

With that thought, Elly was about to knock when she heard Grandmother Wood saying:

“Miss Taylor, you’re still so young. Surely you can’t spend your whole life in this backwater village teaching. Have you thought about what you’ll do in the future?”

Elly’s hand paused mid-motion.

She had been thinking that if Sophia decided to leave someday, she could help arrange for her to teach at a better school.

However, since Atlanta Baker’s side was undoubtedly going to develop, if Sophia personally chose to stay here, Elly naturally wouldn’t interfere.

Now she had the perfect chance to hear Sophia’s thoughts.

“I don’t have any plans for now. Anyway, I’m still young. Teaching the children here a little longer wouldn’t hurt.”

Clearly, from Sophia’s words, Elly could tell that she had no intention of staying here forever.

“I see you’re on pretty good terms with that Ms. Campbell. I heard it’s her husband running those projects in the mountains. Her family conditions must be pretty solid. You could always ask Ms. Campbell to help arrange a job for you.”

Upon hearing Elly’s name mentioned, Sophia couldn’t help but inwardly sneer.

Her family wasn’t just “pretty solid”—she was the wife of the wealthiest man.

Thinking back to the day when Adam Jones and Ethan White had a fight over Elly, and Leo Hall had even humiliated her with harsh words to defend Elly, Sophia felt both jealous and bitter.

“Is something wrong, Miss Taylor?”

Grandmother Wood noticed Sophia suddenly falling silent and couldn’t help but feel puzzled.

“It’s nothing. Just… Grandmother Wood, please don’t say such things again. I don’t want to be associated with a woman like that.”

A woman like that?

Standing outside the door, Elly furrowed her brows slightly as she heard Sophia’s undisguised disdain in those words.

At this moment, she wasn’t in a hurry to go inside. Instead, she was curious about what she had done to warrant such a description—”a woman like that”—to the point of Sophia being unwilling to be linked with her.

“Why do you say that, Miss Taylor? I think that Ms. Campbell is pretty great.”

“Ha! Oh, she’s great indeed. If she weren’t, how could she charm three men to the point of utter distraction?”

Standing outside the door, Elly heard the jealousy and bitterness in Sophia’s unfiltered words, her expression unchanged.

That tone—she was all too familiar with it. Sophie Baker, Sophia Green, and all sorts of others—she had heard it many times before and had long grown used to it.

She simply hadn’t expected that Sophia, someone who seemed to show no trace of ambition or the manipulative nature of a “white lotus” in front of her, would utter such things.