Throw Them Out

The living room fell into an eerie silence, the atmosphere seemingly frozen in place.

 

Mrs. Hayes' face turned visibly pale, her lips trembling as she stammered in a panicked tone, "Logan, I... I didn't mean it that way..."

 

Selina raised an eyebrow, a trace of mockery flashing in her eyes. Moments ago, this very Mrs. Hayes, so eager to slap her, now cowered before Logan. A classic two-faced hypocrite—truly a master at tailoring her attitude to her audience.

 

Logan narrowed his eyes slightly, a suffocating pressure radiating from his gaze. "Oh? Then, Mrs. Hayes, what exactly do you mean?"

 

That single sentence landed like a heavy hammer on Mrs. Hayes' heart. She flinched, hastily stammering, "Logan, Selina... someone like her doesn't deserve you! She... she caused her mother's death. The entire Clark family says she's a cursed star, born to bring misfortune!"