The Value Of Money

Her face was dark and sullen.
She looked sad and fallen
Her eyes were moist laden

Refrained from asking anything
I observed her keenly to the ping
unable to get the slightest tinge.

She looked up with a confirmation.
Wiping back her tears in determination
picked her hand bag with a resolution.

Took out a bundle of notes in hurry
Threw them on the opponent’s face in a flurry.
Walked away with head held high greatly happy.

Well, watching the drama in silence
I was not able to make out the inference.
Does money hold a reverence or irreverence?