Chapter 81 Revenge For Her Dead Husband

• “Catherine? Go inside with Aunt Madelyn…please.” I said to my daughter without taking my eyes away from Greta’s stoic face. I didn’t know why I suddenly became protective of my child but I could tell the person standing in front of me was not the same person I knew five years ago.
• It was as if Greta went through something that made the expression in her eyes look so unfamiliar and cold.
• “Let’s go, Cath. Help me to bathe the twins,” Madz’s face was pale and scared. She used to hang out with my older sister before and she was always awkward with her. Maybe it was because I failed to see that judging look in Greta’s eyes whenever my best friend used to visit me in Sidney Mansion. Greta never liked Madz.