Chapter 82 The Price of Defiance

• She tried to get up to confront Samantha, but her weakened body wouldn't allow it. Amy lay there, one hand cradling her head and the other pointing at Samantha. "Samantha, shut your mouth! You little wretch, look at you—dressed like a vixen. How dare you criticize me? Even if I'm not perfect, I'm still better than you."
• "Hiss…"
• Perhaps it was Amy's agitation that aggravated her injury. Amy grimaced in pain, and Samantha moved to her side, pushing her back onto the bed.