"Leave?" Melanie's tone was laced with mockery. "Laura, are you embarrassed now? Who doesn’t know that every year, you’ve been saying you want to be Darren’s wife? What a young, shameless girl, thinking about becoming your own uncle’s wife."
She casually tossed the papers aside, then picked up a nearby ornament, a rather ugly chubby doll.
"As expected, a pheasant can never become a phoenix. You rose to your position because of your mother’s body and you’re still keeping such trash!"
"Give it back to me! Melanie, get out! You’re not welcome here!" Laura's voice was sharp and cold.
"It’s pouring rain outside and the one who should leave is you," Melanie said, her voice dripping with disdain. "Go cleanse your filthy mind. You were just a substitute and now the real deal is back. Why haven’t you left yet? Do you really need to be kicked out like a stray dog before you’re willing to go?"
Melanie could clearly see the flicker of concern in Laura's eyes.
She seemed to be afraid that the clay doll would be harmed.
Step by step, Melanie retreated, until half of her body was outside the door. She then raised the doll high in her hand.