"You won't die a good death!" Hannah Jenkins's voice of resentment burst through her clenched teeth.
Suddenly, a pang of pain swept through her stomach; Hannah wanted to stabilize her emotions, but it was already too late.
Olivia Jenkins sneered, the sharp glint in her almond-shaped eyes dazzling as she spoke casually, "I think, Bella Thompson would be very happy to see the DNA test report in my hands. If she knows you're a bastard, how will she deal with you?'
Hannah, I once thought about giving you a swift retaliation, but after careful consideration, I realized that it would be letting you off too easily. I think it suits you better to be boiled slowly like a frog. Day and night, let you be in endless fear and panic with nowhere to turn, quite good!
