"I'm asking for death? Fat bitch, how did you promise us in the first place?" Ruby Green sat in a wheelchair. She had been having someone keep an eye on Abigail Green's movements and heard she had left Piers' Mansion, so she chased after her.
Abigail's neck had already turned red, and her white shirt was stained brown by coffee. She looked at Ruby in the wheelchair with cold eyes. "What did I promise you?"
"Of course, you promised to give up the child..." Ruby stopped midway, noticing people in the café glancing over. "Let's find a place to talk."
"Sure, but..."
"But what?" Ruby hated Abigail, but she now hoped this fat bitch would clarify things with George Piers, granting her custody of the child, and also their engagement.
She still harbored fantasies about the Piers family, so she asked eagerly.
