"I do not care whether Vincent's spell says you are telling the truth or not. I just know you cannot be telling the truth."
Lauren held the pistol tightly in her hand. Although she knew that even if she used magic with her bullet to make it powerful, it wouldn't do significant damage to the woman, Lauren was so enraged that she wanted to do something.
She couldn't stay calm while this impostor was dragging her mother's name into her filth. It was a big disrespect to the dead.
"Are you planning to shoot your mother, darling?" The same endearment Lady Mildred used to call her before was so familiar in Lauren's ears. It was the same voice that haunted her in her dreams, and she wished she had forgotten the sound of Lady Mildred's voice so she would not have been affected by this impostor's cheap antics.
"I said you are not my-"
"Do you still play the song I made for you?"
