Chapter 125

• “ No! No way in hell is that happening! ” she spat, tossing her phone onto the bed in a fit of rage. Her chest heaved as she paced around the room, her fists clenching and unclenching.
• A knock on the door broke through her fury, and a moment later, Jane stepped into the room. Dressed in an elegant housecoat, Jane carried herself with an air of superiority that always seemed to hover around her. She glanced at Evelyn with mild curiosity, raising a perfectly shaped eyebrow.
• “ What on earth is all this fuss about, Evelyn? ” Jane asked, her tone cool and measured. She crossed the room and sat down in one of the plush armchairs by the window, observing her daughter’s outburst with detached interest.