The Prison-Made Queen novel Chapter 493

Tamara felt like she couldn't breathe, a cold fury rising in her eyes. She was the dignified daughter-in-law of the Sherwood family, yet here she was, being lectured by a pharmacy clerk? Just a lowly clerk—where did she get the nerve to speak to her like that?

If this were the past, Tamara would have had the woman fired on the spot. But right now, she urgently needed to confirm the result she desired most. She had snuck out; if she caused a scene and attracted attention, the risk would outweigh the benefit.

Tamara took a deep breath, staring icily at the clerk. “I already told you, I am an adult,” she said, her voice sharp. “Are you selling this or not? If you are, hurry up and ring me out. I’m here to buy a product, not to be interrogated like a criminal.”

The clerk felt a chill run down her spine under Tamara’s glare. She finally shut her mouth and resentfully packed the pregnancy test into a bag.

Moments later, the clerk realized she had been intimidated by a "kid" and felt annoyed, even though Tamara was technically right.

Still, the transaction proceeded. Seeing Tamara’s cold attitude, the clerk dropped any pretense of friendliness. She rolled her eyes as she handed over the receipt, muttering to the air, “Girls these days... no self-respect. So young and already...”

It was a veiled insult, but anyone with a brain knew exactly who she was talking about.

Tamara gripped the bag so hard her knuckles turned white, her nails digging into her palms. she stared at the clerk’s chattering mouth, her gaze freezing.

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