"Freya, what are you waiting for? Don't you think you should apologize to Bella?!" Linda Stuart couldn't stand to see her precious daughter suffer even the slightest grievance and scolded Freya harshly.
She couldn't bear to speak loudly to her own child, so where did Freya get the nerve to make Bella feel uncomfortable on her first day back at the Hernandezs'?
Bella's gaze fixed on Freya's face, her lips curling slightly: "There's no need. I don't care what outsiders think of me, but my bottom line is my two children. If they're wronged here in the Hernandezs', I'll make sure it's returned twofold. Take my words as a warning, and may some people mind their actions."
Freya knew that Bella's words were directed at her.
It wasn't just Linda's support that made Bella so powerful; her imposing presence was unrivaled. How could Freya accept this, even if she were unwilling? It was because she had married a useless husband, after all.
