Mamie was crouched in a corner, beaten down.
The lady strutted her stuff, "I can't fathom what my brother was thinking, adopting you, a burden. If they hadn't rushed back to celebrate your birthday, they wouldn't have died so early. Ivan's a sap, always protecting you, a mongrel from God knows where."
"I'm neither a burden, nor a mongrel!" Mamie suddenly shouted, her voice filled with rage.
"The Bartley family should’ve never taken you in! You surviving - that's just your dumb luck."
Mamie gritted her teeth, "I knew it. You were the one who pushed me off the roof that year."
"So what if I pushed you off? You should've died when you were five, but you lucked out."
Mamie's expression changed drastically, "Why are you doing this to me?"
"Why? Because of you, I lost my own daughter. How do you expect me to treat you? You should've been dead."
"Antonia's death wasn't my fault. She was just going back with my parents. I lost my parents too. How can you blame this on me?"
"I don't care! If it wasn't for your birthday, they wouldn't have gone back, and my daughter would still be alive. You're just a bastard that cost the Bartley family three lives. This is what you owe me, owe the Bartley family."
A snap echoed through the room, followed by the lady's scream of agony.
She lay on the ground in pain, pointing at Agnes, "Who are you? What have you done to my hand? You wench, what did you do to me?"
Agnes replied, "Nothing much, I just dislocated your arm."
The lady's face turned pale when she heard Agnes, "Do you know who I am? How dare you talk to me like that?"
"The Bartley family is the most historic and cultured of the Big Four. And you, Lara, are in charge of the Bartley family. People always thought that the lady of the Bartley family was gentle and composed. Little did they know, you're just a foul-mouthed woman who could inflict harm on a five-year-old. If everyone knew the truth, I wonder if they'd be disappointed, or perhaps re-evaluate you."
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