"Did you write that letter? You have already succeeded in robbing Stanley. Why on earth did you do this?"
A disdainful smile spread across her lips and she let out a cold snort.
"I just felt sorry for the old lady," she sneered. "I couldn't bear to see her being deceived, so I simply told her the truth. Let her know that her daughter is trash, unwanted by anyone. Who knew she couldn’t even handle that? Pathetic. She's getting more useless with age."
Her words pierced through me like a blade. I could no longer contain the burning hatred in my chest. My hand moved on its own, delivering a resounding slap across her face. The sharp sound echoed through the room, but instead of deterring her, it only seemed to fuel her malice. Her smile twisted into something more ferocious, more grotesque.
Without a moment’s hesitation, she reached into her bag and pulled out a pair of scissors. In one fluid motion, she snipped off a strand of her own hair, letting it fall to the floor.
Before I could process what she was doing, she tossed the scissors to the ground with a loud clatter. I didn’t even have time to react before I was slammed into the wall by someone who had rushed in from behind.