"Do you think you're worth my threats?"
Noah Bates, who had been standing on the second floor, finally descended slowly, a mocking smile hanging on his face as usual. He squinted at Violet Don and chuckled, as if he didn't take her seriously at all. "Violet, you certainly think too highly of yourself."
The servants had all dispersed, leaving only Violet and Noah Bates standing off at the door.
A few days earlier, Noah Bates had broken in, and a few days later, it was Violet's turn to enter uninvited.
The moment Autumn Evans saw her, her face was etched with countless complex and profound emotions—reluctance, hatred, and sympathy.
Violet felt that her five years in prison were nothing compared to the days she had met Noah Bates since her release, so etched in her heart!
"Have you... set your heart on fighting me for our son?"