Olivia Jenkins' eyes glared menacingly as she interrogated Bella Thompson, "Miss Thompson, have I upset your ancestral spirits? Or is it because smoke is rising from your family's graves, giving you such confidence to undermine me in this way?"
Bella Thompson lowered her eyes slightly, too scared to refute.
Could it be possible that her conversation with Michael Marshall was overheard by the old man?
The old man had exactly echoed her words to Michael. Could the old man have arranged a spy to watch her, or had he been monitoring her for a while now?
Even talking at home wasn't safe, there was no privacy, she had no secrets, this family was pretty scary. Bella Thompson felt a tight knot in her heart, her hands gripped tightly, her long nails dug into her palms. She didn't seem to feel the pain as she tried to maintain her composure.
Blinking, Bella Thompson grew more and more flustered. Her facial expression contorted, her pupils contracted, her eyes unconsciously narrow.
