Meanwhile, in a rented home in one of the many subdivisions in the city…
"Oh, my god… oh, my god…" Hayley paced back and forth in distress.
She kept running her hand through her hair, then across her face. Pinching the bridge of her nose, she shot a bitter glare at the two individuals on the small couch.
Patricia and Theo.
"You—" Hayley's breath hitched as she pointed at both of them. "You better marry me after this. Otherwise, I'll hate you both for the rest of my life."
Patricia sighed, her expression pale. She looked at the distressed Hayley, who had also unfortunately gotten tangled in tonight's sudden escalation.
She shifted her gaze to Theo. "You'd better propose now."
"..." Theo, still holding an ice pack against the side of his head, looked between the two of them. "Shouldn't we date first?"
"Date her on your honeymoon," Patricia clicked her tongue, eyeing the fresh blood on the side of her brother's collar.
