Selma Payne's POV:
If that was what she really thought, then I was sure she was crazy. The mental hospital was where she should be.
I snorted coldly and said, "Get rid of filth? How to remove it? Do you want to use the silver needles you have? Moon Goddess, please forgive this old lady. She has obviously been driven mad by the weapon in her hand!"
"You're the crazy one! You dog! You're in cahoots with those witches! You're trying to trick Dorothy into betraying the werewolves!"
Dorothy's grandmother suddenly pounced on me like a rabid dog.
My persevering training wasn't for nothing. To deal with such a crazy woman, I only had to follow the steps.
The crazy old woman was thrown to the ground, but she still wouldn't give up and wanted to attack me.
At that moment, Dorothy suddenly stepped forward and grabbed her grandmother, carrying her to the sofa and then pulling me upstairs.
