Distressed

"You! Motherfucker! You dare to steal from me! I'm gonna fucking kill you! Where is my diamond?" In a matter of seconds, Aivy was able to get near Mr. and Mrs. Schidmt and her hand was now on Mr. Schidmt's neck.

Her eyes were like that of a mad dog and it was scary. She had gone berserk. Hector tried to pull her from Mr. Schidmtt while Mrs. Schmidt was trying to help Mr. Schimdt. When Hector managed to pull her hands away from Mr. Schidmt's neck, her attention was turned to Mrs. Schidmt. She pushed Mrs. Schidmt to the floor and she straddled her back while pulling her hair to the point that Mrs. Schidmt is now crying in pain from the continuous pulling of her hair from her scalp.

"Aivy!" Hector shrieked as he tried to stop the mad woman.

"Aivy! Calm down!" Hector pulled her from her waist and was able to lift her from Mrs. Schidmt. Hector pinned her down on the sofa. "Water!" One of the maids who was watching the scene rushed to the kitchen to get water.