"Rosalind Lowell, you bitch! I'm going to kill you, don't even think about having that baby."
She cried in anguish while smashing things. "I still don't believe it. She can't be pregnant. Is it some other man's bastard?"
"It should be me! Only I am worthy of Alaric! It has to be me! Rosalind Lowell, you're not worthy!"
She picked up a broken object from the table. A shard cut her hand. Staring at her bleeding hand, she began to laugh maniacally.
...
Rosalind Lowell received a call from Jessica Sutton asking to meet. Alaric Davenport allowed her to go, but only if someone went with her and stayed within ten meters of her at all times.
Rosalind Lowell sat across from Jessica Sutton, watching as Jessica scrutinized her. "Why did you suddenly ask me out?"
"Don't think you've won. As long as I'm around, you shouldn't celebrate too early."
"Is this the only reason you asked me here?"
Jessica Sutton snorted coldly.
