Day Forty-Three…
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Amara's face darkened when Abigail talked back to her and hurt her arm just to get the jewelry box.
"Hmmp! You still have the audacity to fight back. You are just a mistress! A cheater and fiancé-stealing bitch!" Amara lashed at Abigail, venting out all her fury and frustration.
She wanted to slap Abigail but she couldn't. Abigail caught her wrist tightly, thus stopping her in mid-air.
"Let me go! Don't touch me, Bitch!" Amara yanked her wrist away. She was like a raging volcano, spouting what she wanted to say without any filter in her words.
Amara kept calling Abigail 'Bitch'. Abigail was almost losing her patience. She just tried her best to keep calm in front of Madam Priyanshi. She would like to show them she had some manners and that she was not a war freak, unlike Amara.
