Evelyn Ford's words struck the Hooper family like a thunderbolt, leaving them stunned and speechless for a long moment.
Mr. Hooper clutched his chest and spat out a mouthful of blood. He glared at Evelyn Ford with a twisted expression, then suddenly let out a cold laugh.
"So you're the scum from Wyrmrest Base. It's a real shame you didn't starve to death."
Evelyn toyed with the gun in her hand. "The high-and-mighty Hooper Family, aren't you on your knees begging a 'scum' like a stray dog? The Hoopers have had quite a few new additions over the years. Those kids of yours are so pale and chubby. If they were thrown into a refugee camp, I wonder if they'd even last three days. Starving refugees just love tender-skinned little children."
Mr. Hooper lunged at Evelyn, ready to strike her. "You venomous bitch! If you dare touch my two sons, I'll tear you to shreds!"
Evelyn tutted. "Torn to shreds... that suits you perfectly. I'll be sure to arrange it for you later."
