Vera looked at Rona and said, "Go ahead. Go to the police. Let's see who they believe—you or me!"
She had tolerated Rona for a very long time. With Zachary away for the past few days, Rona, true to form, would have tried every trick in the book to make her life miserable. 'Why should I just stand here and let Rona bully me?'
In her past life, she had believed Rona was her biological mother, so she had endured it. But in this life, she knew Rona wasn't her mother at all. That being the case, why should she continue to give in to her at every turn?
Rona looked at this side of Vera. The seemingly frail girl's gaze was as sharp as a knife. She knew perfectly well that after what had just happened, no one would believe a word she said. They would only suspect her of abusing Vera again.
Fear finally took root in her heart, and she said hurriedly, "Vera, don't do anything rash! Put the scissors down, quickly!"
