Watching Aurora Sterling sweep out of the room, Sharon Sterling's heart overflowed with hatred. She snatched the ointment Aurora had left by the bed and hurled it violently at the door. "Aurora Sterling, don't you get cocky! This is war!"
Aurora, who had already reached the doorway, stopped. She looked back at the pathetic sight of Sharon Sterling, a sarcastic smile finally gracing her lips. "Fine by me."
...
In the dead of night, Joy Dalton gently nudged Timothy Sterling, who was sleeping beside her. Seeing that he was out cold, she slipped out of bed and ducked into the walk-in closet to make a secret phone call.
The call connected quickly. The person on the other end was clearly impatient. "It's late. What do you want?"
The walk-in closet was dark, but even so, a cold glint shone from Joy Dalton's eyes in the darkness. "I want that girl dead. I want her dead!"
