Faced with Lana Lowell's fierce accusations, Cora Lowell lazily replied with one sentence.
"Yes, yes, you're absolutely right."
After speaking, she turned around and walked leisurely towards the door.
The heels of her shoes made a crisp sound against the floor.
Leaving the mother and daughter standing there, the argument between them grew increasingly intense.
...
Half an hour later.
Cora Lowell walked slowly along Somerlyn Road in her high heels.
The night breeze was slightly cool, stirring the strands of hair upon her shoulders.
Finally, a villa nestled among green trees appeared in view.
She reached out and pushed open the heavy mahogany door, which made a faint creaking sound.
As she stepped across the threshold, her gaze fell on the coffee table in the center of the living room.
Several half-empty wine bottles were scattered there haphazardly.
The dim light reflected off the glass bottles, creating mottled reflections.
