When Philippa heard that, she sighed with relief.
She couldn't just accept it. Giving an apology to that fake person. She would rather die than do so.
Seeing her obvious relief, Daphne couldn't help but wonder what made Philippa to do what she did that day. Although she was stressed, there must be some trigger, right?
Thinking about that, and how now was the perfect chance to get some real answers, she asked Philippa, what had been eating her for a while.
"But why her of all people? You could have attacked her friend, but you chose her specifically. Why was that?"
If Philippa had known that Amabel was Valentine's mistress, it would have made sense but the secret was guarded so seriously. Philippa didn't know a single thing. So why did she hate Amabel that much?
When Philippa heard that, she let out a cold snort, her face contorting as she thought about Amabel.
"Have you ever hated someone at first sight?" she let out a chuckle as she looked at Daphne.
