She shot Joan Shaw a hateful glare before turning and walking out without a word.
Each step was a heavy, difficult one, brimming with hatred for Joan Shaw—the kind of murderous rage that wouldn't be satisfied until she was dead.
"Shona…" Seeing how terrifying Shona Joplin looked, Amy grew worried.
But no matter how many times she called her name, Shona Joplin didn't seem to hear. It was as if her very soul had been snatched away.
Worried she couldn't handle Shona on her own, Amy glanced back and saw Caleb Adler standing guard outside the door. She remembered he had helped her once before, so she swallowed her pride and approached him.
"Hello, could I trouble you to help me get Shona home? She's in a very bad state, and I'm afraid she won't be able to drive safely…"
Caleb Adler glanced at Shona Joplin's retreating figure. She was stumbling along in her high heels.
