Doesn't seem right

There were many explanations for why Florence raised her only daughter the way she did. However, Hera couldn't have fathomed the sudden thought that came to her mind.

"Florence Oxley. Charlotte isn't your daughter, is she?" 

Florence's furious face twitched and her neck turned taut at the sudden inquiry that came out of Hera's lips. 

"What nonsense are you talking about now?" Florence's face darkened. "First, you accuse me of being a neglected mother, but now you're telling me my child isn't mine at all? Hah! You must be dreaming!"

Hera slowly raised her head while her eyes lowered. "Whose child is she?"

"Did you hear — ugh!" Florence winced as blood squirted out of her leg upon raising her voice. She was already panting and breaking out in sweats. Getting agitated wasn't helping with her injury.

"Can't you see what I am holding?!" Florence waved the device in her hand. "Do you know what this is, Hera? This device —"