Chapter 72 A Mother's Hatred

• THIRD PERSON POV
• With the swift press of a button from her manicured thumb, the call came to an end, and Victoria tossed her cell phone onto her bed, inches away from her open purse as she continued to pack. Vaguely, the television could be heard playing in the background of the bedroom, something she had turned on in a feeble attempt to occupy her busy mind to no avail.
• In the end, she hardly paid it any mind.