"This blood is so filthy. It's stained my dagger," Seraphina Ashworth said, a hint of pity in her voice as she tossed aside the blood-soaked napkin.
Her slender fingers, so delicate and fair, gleamed in the sunlight, as if they could snuff out a life in an instant.
"Seraphina Ashworth, you've gone too far! If you don't answer to the Winters family today, don't even think about leaving!" Seeing her son's half-dead state, Linda Quinn seethed with a rage so intense she wanted to flay Seraphina Ashworth alive.
"Heh." Rosalind Reginald couldn't help but laugh at Linda Quinn's frantic display. "Linda Quinn, you should probably find out what kind of mess your precious son made first!"
"I don't care! She's the one who beat my son into this state. You all have to answer to the Winters family," Linda Quinn retorted, deliberately changing the subject with brute irrationality.
