Upon receiving the news, Ella's lips curled into a cold smile. So, Brianna was finally making her move. Very well, if Brianna wanted to strike, then Ella would be ready to counter.
Meanwhile, Brianna had tried calling Robert numerous times, but he never answered her calls. She put down her phone and stared coldly at the mirror, looking at the face that had regained a bit of its former radiance after a month of rest. However, the wrinkles on her skin were beyond repair.
Her once-beautiful eyes were now filled with a murderous intent, a burning desire to tear apart everyone who had wronged her.
But in the next moment, Brianna's expression softened, her fierce gaze replaced by a deceptive gentleness.
"Mom, here are the photos I had the private investigator take. Dad isn't living with that bitch, but… they're often seen together." Hannah approached, placing a stack of photos on the table.
