There was a "snap", a clear slap echoed clearly in the corridor, and her face was slapped to the side. Sarah covered her face, tears welling in her eyes, almost ready to cry.
"Mrs. Thomas..." she choked.
"Ms. Sarah, it seems you didn't take my words seriously." Mrs. Thomas's face was cold and her eyes were stern. "Please put your tears back. No one will feel sorry for you when my son is gone. It seems that this is what you use. You always seduce my son with his hypocritical appearance."
Sarah opened her eyes wide, "Mrs. Thomas, I don't have one."
"Snapped--" Another slap fell next, hitting the same spot.
"Hypocritical, lying!" Mrs. Thomas looked at her instantly swollen face, and the chill in her eyes became even worse, "Don't think that you can make Mark come back to you by any means. You can live comfortably in Mark's Villa, but Mark Wouldn't it be better to leave that night?"
