“Linda, what more do you want?!”

Although Clarie’s eyes were half-closed, the malice in her expression practically burst out of her face. Bloodshot and unfocused, her eyes stared at me like a cold-blooded reptile—cold, vicious, and hungry for blood.

“Linda, stop pretending to be noble and take what’s coming to you!” Clarie climbed up from the floor and walked toward me step by step, face twisted with hatred. “Let me tell you, I, Clarie, owe you nothing. Nothing at all! Don’t go flaunting your superiority—what, just because of some filthy money? I paid that back long ago. You killed my child, drugged me, and just yesterday, you tried to kill...