Mrs. Xander was in the bedroom, having a sour expression on her face.

"How could she?" She scoffed.

"Has she forgotten everything? Has she forgotten that she's still alive because of us? Have she?" She fumed silently. She looked around the room and her eyes caught a glass of wine on the table.

"Right!" She quickly walked towards the table. She picked the glass and then walked towards the drawer, opening it gently. Her eyes met with a bottle and she hurriedly picked it, opening the lid. After doing that, she spilled some content into the wine and returned the bottle.

"How could I forget this?" She scolded herself. At...