"W-what did you just say to me? How dare you insult me!"
"Yes, what do you mean by that, Ayla?"
It was just as she expected. The mother and son instantly got offended and fired off at once, their blood-streaked eyes leering at her with hostility.
She had intended to be offensive, so hearing the upset in their voices, she was elated.
However, when she raised her eyes and saw Talia fuming, she gasped pretentiously, both hands flying to cover her mouth as she coyly apologized.
"Mother, I didn't mean it the way you think I did! I'm merely saying you've lived such a long and stress-free life, you shouldn't bother about working-class people like us and how we work."
"Heavens, I would never insinuate that you don't understand my struggle because you've never worked a day in your life!"
It was an insult, carefully worded and wrapped in a foil of apology.
When the mother and son heard it, they couldn't distinguish the insult and only heard the apology.
