Vernon clenched his fist.
To say that he was angry was an understatement, right now. He truly wanted to rip that old woman in half! The hatred in his heart that had been accumulated since he was a child almost burst out, and he almost lunged at her.
"I don't care if you will tell him or not. In his eyes, you're the crazy one, and I can always kill you later, you old hag," Vernon said, then he mocked her; "Heh, why do I need to kill you anyway? You're just a dying bitch that nobody likes. You'll die alone, and Vincent will probably toss your body to the trash bin. That's where you're supposed to be!"
There was a trace of sadness in Dorothea's eyes, but she quickly turned her head straight and walked to the front door. She didn't want to look back anymore because if she did so, they would see her tears.
Dorothea walked out of the main door, leaving Chloe and Vernon alone in the apartment room.
