"What!!??" Mrs. Fletcher looked shocked. She shot to her feet, her voice cracking. "What did you just say!?"
Tears streamed down Lynn Fletcher's face as she bit her lower lip, not saying a word. She looked utterly wronged and pitiful.
"Mom..." she called out, her voice thick with emotion. "Don't be angry. It's not good for you."
Mrs. Fletcher's head was buzzing. Seeing Lynn in this state, she believed her daughter's words without a doubt.
She could never have imagined that Holly Wyatt, who looked so gentle and weak, could be so vicious.
She lowered her gaze to Lynn Fletcher, whose small face was red from crying, when a more important thought suddenly struck her.
She took Lynn Fletcher's hand and asked cautiously, "Your sister didn't succeed, did she?"
Lynn Fletcher kept her head down, her long hair hiding her face as she shook her head repeatedly.
