Chest heaving with rage and blood, ears ringing, Mrs. Young's body shook even more violently as an abnormal flush spread across her pale face, her eyes bloodshot with a fierce and ferocious gaze.
"That deceased old woman, she actually... she actually let Lance marry a woman like Isabella Johnny."
Originally when she had knelt and begged her, hoping she would agree, she refused to consent and instead sent her far away to marry. How was she any less than Isabella Johnny?
Isabella Johnny... Isabella Johnny... She would not let her off!
Mrs. Young, leaning on the wall, slowly made her way upstairs, muttering under her breath, "I will never let you succeed, if I can't have it, none of you can..."
...
After closing the bedroom door, Mrs. Young's hand shook as she dialed a phone number. Once the call connected, she immediately shouted, "Why isn't there any movement yet?"
