To be honest, Crystal Foster didn't really have any deep-seated hatred toward Hazel Morgan. Their conflict was all about love.
With a strong push, Crystal shoved Hazel aside, causing the knife in Hazel's hand to clatter to the floor.
"Crystal!" Martin Riley, hearing the commotion, burst through the door. He saw Hazel sitting on the floor with the fruit knife beside her. His eyes turned cold as he quickly checked Crystal over. "Are you hurt?"
Crystal smiled and shook her head slightly at Martin. "I'm fine."
Martin's eyes were filled with a mix of coldness and relief as he turned to Hazel. "Hazel Morgan, how dare you try to harm her?"
Hazel laughed maniacally, sitting on the floor, watching the two of them together, feeling her life was a complete joke.
