chapter eleven

Mrs. Wilson POV:

I knocked over the glass table as I lifted it with force with both of my hands. It smashed into pieces and I felt some pieces hit and cut the skin of my legs but I didn't care. The pain was nothing compared to the anger I was feeling.

How dare she?! That little bastard! How dare she?! I tried my best to work from the background, to ruin the life of the man who thinks he can stain my image with his presence! But what did my foolish brat of a daughter do?!

That's right! She threw me right in the trash! She exposed my name to the press and live to the whole world!

My daughter accused me and pointed fingers at me! I will make her pay for this regardless of her being my daughter. She will face my wrath and once I see her stupid face after she returns, I will tear it apart!

Right in the middle of my rage, my phone rang.

I checked to see who was calling but it was from an unknown number.

"Hello?" I said as I answered the call.

"Hello madam. Madam please I need your help." th
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