Kristie was fuming with unspoken emotions in the room. She remained rooted, facing the door. If she hadn't fired that pampered missy earlier, she would have attacked her, regardless of whether she inhabited her body or not. Kristie was not someone who accepted humiliation easily.
She had been roaming the kingdom and adjacent kingdoms for years, building a reputation that evoked fear in anyone who dared belittle her. And yet, this ignorant noble woman dared to claim she lived without a family! As if her fake family was something to brag about! What a stupid woman.
Feeling her blood boiling in anger, she stood up. The desire to beat someone up intensified within her to quench her rage. Taking a cloak, a knife that she hid in case of misshapes, and a powder pocket Hans had brought to her, Kristie went to the kids' room. Getting in, she saw Hans sleeping with a weird posture.
"Hans," she called, shaking him till he woke up.
