“Linda Evans! Last time you nearly caused Clarie to miscarry, and she graciously chose not to hold it against you! Yet here you are again, striking out like a vicious woman! Has your conscience been eaten by dogs? If anything happens to Clarie, I swear I won’t let you off so easily!”

The old lady didn’t care that she was still sitting on the floor. She scrambled to Clarie’s side, her face going deathly pale as she pointed at me and cursed.

“What now? You planning to kill her too?”

Mr. Evans shoved the old woman aside and shielded me behind him.

He didn’t bother arguing, just shot a cold...