Her words were utterly merciless. Mr. and Mrs. Yates's expressions were beyond ashen.
Her face dark, Mrs. Yates pointed a finger at Annabelle Linton and said accusingly to Leona, "Leona, that's no way to talk. Your mother and I are such good friends, and I watched you grow up. You used to be so respectful, always calling me 'Auntie' when you saw me. But what about now? No respect for your elders, utterly arrogant, and you don't give your seniors the time of day! And isn't it all the fault of this vixen next to you? Would you have turned out like this if not for her?!"
It seemed that no matter what, she could always twist things to pin the blame on Annabelle Linton.
Annabelle Linton was so amused she was nearly speechless.
"Is that so."
A faint smile played on Annabelle Linton's lips as she raised an eyebrow. "So, you're saying this is all my fault?"
"Yes! It's all your fault, you bitch!"
"Hah."
