"So it was all lies ..." Phoebe Wood muttered to herself angrily, "This sisterly bond, this blood relationship, they're all a sham! She's always been using me, using me to get closer to Hank Clegg. She treats me like a stepping stone, a fool."
Tears have disappeared from her eyes, entirely replaced with a profound hatred.
Phoebe Wood's teeth clenched with rage as she continued, "Now she knows that Hank Clegg is meeting someone at the hotel. That's crucial information, but she hid it from me, only thinking about using this opportunity to become the daughter-in-law of the Clegg family!"
"Rosalind Wood, if you're disregarding sisterhood like this, don't blame me for my cold heart!"
She picked up her phone, asking the person on the other side of the message: [So how should I deal with this situation?]
By now she completely trusted the person on the other side.
Or she didn't need to trust.
