Diamond stared down at Shailene. Her eyes couldn't get any more intense and more malicious than this. Her hatred for this woman had been doubled— no, ten times more than before.
'It's funny that she tried to convince me with that crazy eyes and grin she has. Maybe she doesn't realize how deranged she looks right now. She doesn't have any grace and professional aura in her as a psychologist,' Diamond thought. 'Or maybe she could pretend to have one, but all of her pretense vanishes when she is in a desperate situation.'
'Hmm, maybe I shook her conscience too much with my story. Which is funny, since she doesn't feel an ounce of pity for that boy she killed.'
There was a long silence between them, and Shailene waited until she got an answer from Diamond.
