"Sandra," Margaret turned to Sandra first, her voice gentle as ever.
"Your original gown is ruined now. Auntie could—"
"Shut up!"
Sandra's bloodshot eyes burned with fury as she glared at Margaret, her face twisted with undisguised loathing.
"Spare me your fake concern. I don't have the energy to watch your little performance—it's nauseating!"
The forced warmth on Margaret's face shattered instantly, her eyes darkening like gathering storm clouds.
"Sandra!"
Tyler grabbed her arm, his expression icy.
"How dare you speak to my mother like—"
*SMACK!*
His words were cut short by a stinging slap across his face.
"You have the nerve to open your mouth?" Sandra trembled with rage, her entire body shaking as she stared at Tyler.
"From childhood till now, anyone who dared to scheme against Sandra is already dead."
As the words left her lips, she wrenched her wrist free from Tyler's grip and strode toward the bed.
