"You wicked, vile bitch! It's all your fault my daughter had a miscarriage… I'll kill you…"
The one losing her mind was Mrs. York.
Mrs. York had rushed over the moment she heard something had happened to Elise York.
She never expected to run into Seraphina Quinn here.
A single slap wasn't enough to vent her anger. Just as Mrs. York raised her leg to kick Seraphina Quinn in the stomach, Damian Fairchild rushed over.
"Mrs. York, no matter what, she is still Genevieve's mother. You dare touch her?"
Mrs. York's eyes widened in disbelief.
Her voice trembled with rage. "Damian Fairchild, my daughter is in that operating room, life and death unknown, because of her, and you're still protecting this woman?"
Damian Fairchild looked at her, his face devoid of expression.
"Mrs. York, even if you're going to lose your mind, show some restraint. This is a public place, not the York family's private garden where you can throw a tantrum."
He paused, then added a pointed warning.
