"I can quickly fix it for you while we wait for the manager to arrive with the footage," Kathleen offered, making no effort to hide the mockery in her voice.
"However, if you choose to not listen to me, I must warn that your waist might end up getting infected with sores if you move too much since it's already dislocated."
From the surface it appeared she was offering to help but considering the circumstances in which she was offering her services, who wouldn't know that she was actually provoking them.
"Kathleen Crawford!" shrieked Mrs Beazell, forgetting for a moment that she was supposed to be in pain.
Listening to Kathleen spew nonsense from her mouth on and on, doubled her irritation.
"How dare you curse me with sores?" she exploded almost springing up towards Kathleen but was held back by Linda.
