Chapter eighty nine:

89.

Chloe's POV:

“Lilian!”

I marched towards Mark's and Lily's, a scowl plastered on my face and my rage was enough to make me topple over. “Lilian!” I screamed, flinging open the front door of their house and stomped in.

A startled Lilian dashed out of the kitchen, flour cover her hands and the black apron she always wore whenever she was cooking. Her eyes settled on me and surprise flickered over her features, then gave way for curiosity. “Chloe? What's—”

I raised a hand, stopping her mid sentence. “Don’t bother saying anything,” I spat in a harsh tone of voice. “I did not come here to...