"You still have the nerve to speak! Edwin didn't even step into the house earlier, it's all your fault!"
Isla yelled as she threw a cup at Ava.
It was Harry who brought Ava in. He coldly recounted today's events and then left.
The more Isla thought about it, the angrier she became. "Why did you have to offend those two little bastards? I've told you before, use underhanded tricks, use underhanded tricks, why can't you learn!"
Ava had never seen her mother like this.
She crouched in a corner, sobbing quietly, not even daring to cry out loud.
Isla's chest heaved in anger, "Still crying? What right do you have to cry? Useless, only good at messing things up!"
"Boo hoo, Mom, I know I'm wrong."
"Don't call me Mom!"
Ava quietly buried her head in her lap, not daring to look at the terrifying Isla.
