"Felix Preston is my husband. Should I be siding with you instead of him?"
Sonia Quincy watched the fury simmering in Willow Quincy's eyes and gave a scornful smirk. She was genuinely baffled. "I've already been kicked out of the Quincy Family. I have absolutely nothing to do with any of you anymore. Who I side with, who I'm with, whether I live in luxury or poverty—none of that is any of your business."
"Don't be so possessive about my life. It makes you all look unhinged."
As Sonia Quincy spoke, her expression slowly faded, leaving only icy coldness in her eyes.
"Let go!"
Willow Quincy glared at her, and instead of letting go, his grip tightened.
Sonia Quincy clearly felt the pain. Unable to stand it, she cursed at Willow Quincy, "Are you insane? I'm not your sister anymore, and you still won't leave me alone? Do you have to hunt me down until I'm dead?"
