Seventy one

Kathleen was sitting next to Michael Deloux, her head resting on the bed when she felt a hand on her shoulder, she raised her head to see Marcella staring at her angrily, "leave, I'll stay with him" she commanded but Kathleen shook her head,

"I see you're seeking for every opportunity to finish what you've started"

Marcella's eyes were cold as she regarded Kathleen, "I don't understand what you're talking about"

Kathleen hissed at her words, "are you certain you do not understand?"

"What are you trying to say, Kathleen, spill it out"

"What I'm trying to say is that you want to get rid of him, you were the one who stopped his oxygen flow right? Now you want me to leave so that you can finish him off".

Marcella gasped in anger, "why would I kill my husband? You're sick"

"Am I? Then explain this"

Kathleen said bringing out the drugs