Why… Why would such vile, heartless words come out of the mouth of a pampered, high-society lady?
Violet Don's eyes reddened with fury as she yanked the needle out of the back of her hand. She wanted to charge at Amy Andrews, but Noah Bates yanked her back harshly. "Violet!"
"Let me go! Let me go!"
Violet Don roared, her voice ripping through the air. All the indignation, all the grievances, all the suffering caused by unjust accusations erupted within her as those despicable words ignited her rage completely.
Her bloodshot eyes seemed to weep not tears but blood.
How cruel can a human heart be—to use such ruthless, venomous words to describe her innocent past?
"Violet, calm down—!!" Noah Bates was terrified her depression would be triggered again. Wayne Don clung to Violet's hand, shouting at Penelope Bates, "Take your mommy and the old witch and get out!"
"You little brat, where are your manners?!"
"I don't have any!"