Anthony Davis looked at her, his eyes deep and dark, seemingly calm on the surface, but inside, there was a hatred capable of devouring others.
He said, "Fristy, no... I should call you Freya Hudson. That's the name you used in the orphanage, your original name. Fristy, you don't deserve those three words. For more than twenty years, you've stolen this identity from Aya, and now, you should return it. Whatever you owe Aya, I will demand back a hundred times over."
Anthony Davis's voice was calm, excessively calm.
Fristy Davis knew well that when Anthony Davis showed such a calm expression after extreme anger, it meant he had resolved to do something that no one could stop.
Fristy Davis shouted in panic, "No, I am Fristy Davis, I am not Freya Hudson. I, Fristy Davis... I am wrongly accused! I... I was manipulated too. Lance, I was truly used by others. Can you really believe that an 8-year-old girl could devise such a logical plot, more insidious than a grown adult?"
