A roar surfaced, like the cry of an animal before it slumped onto the ground. Viscount Marden clutched his shoulder, where blood was profusely pouring out, and pain sparked. His body felt like it was scorned over a fire, as he gritted his teeth.
"YOU BITCH!"
Adeline's hand slightly trembled. She had never turned her gun to a person before. Her breakfast threatened to resurface. She turned and slammed the door opened, eager to leave. She had what she came for. There was no need to stay any longer.
But then she saw her Aunt, standing outside with a shocked look. In her hand, she carried a tray of tea, but no snacks. Typical Aunt Eleanor. Whenever Adeline was around, there was seldom food except for water or tea.
"You ungrateful brat!" Aunt Eleanor cried out, dropping the metal tray of tea. She rushed to her husband, sinking onto the ground with him, as he let out moans and groans of pain.
