Claire's POV
Sissy picked up the call, her face still tight with anger. I couldn't take my eyes off her. She gripped the phone tightly as if it might escape.
"Who is this!?" She snapped, her voice sharp and demanding.
At first, she seemed angry, but her expression quickly darkened. The anger turned more intense, like pure rage. Her hands started trembling, and I could see her trying to hold herself together.
"Sissy, what's wrong?" I asked softly, my voice barely above a whisper. Fear crept into my chest as I watched her. "Who is on the call?"
She didn't respond right away. Instead, she tightened her jaw and yelled into the phone, her voice cracking slightly.
"Who the hell do you think you are? Do you think we are that easy to mess with?" Her words were sharp, but her eyes glistened with unshed tears.
