She paused, fixing her gaze squarely on Joy Ward.
The frosty stare, sharp as a sword, made Joy's heart tighten, alerting her to her need for vigilance.
"I'm curious, what are you talking about? How have I wronged you? What exactly have I wronged you for?"
Joy Ward bit her lip, "Miss Williams, why bother pretending ignorance?"
"A fine question of why pretend ignorance," Hope Williams wouldn't let Joy off the hook so easily. She pulled the corner of her lips coldly, "Sorry, but I really don't know. You might as well tell me. I'm listening. I am very eager to know how I've wronged you."
Hope Williams casually leaned against the sofa, carelessly straightened her white robe, and poured herself a glass of water. She held the glass up to Joy, and impatiently urged her on as she remained silent, "Begin now, Miss Ward."
Waylon Lewis's eyes were deep, his gaze shifting from Hope to Joy.