Arianne clenched her teeth before unclenching them. “Giddy?! Would you have been giddy if it was your father?” she bristled coldly. “News flash, before his untimely death, the Wynns were no less of a family with high standing, too. What proof do you even have to claim that I was ever after the Tremonts’ wealth?!”
Hearing the lividity in Arianne’s voice, Shelly’s lips quivered into a pleased smirk. “Aww, you mad? And here I thought that after clinging to Mark for so long, his nature would have rubbed on you a little. You know, not wearing your heart on your sleeve like him? But who knew you’d break oh-so-easily?” she jeered. “I don’t know if you’ve noticed, but right now, there are only two people in this room—you and me. One of the murderers who killed your father is sitting right before you. So, what are you going to do? You know you can do whatever you please… There’s no one to stop you.”
At the height of her rage, Arianne turned around to face Shelly and smiled. “Oh, what’s this? Did you admit to going through the trouble of summoning me just to pettily spite me? Hope that you can piss me off enough to knock some teeth out of a woman recently out of the hospital? Well, now that I pay attention, yeah; this is a pretty tall floor. You’ll be splattered into a puddle of flesh and blood if you fall out of this window… But I’m not gonna do that. It doesn’t matter what the truth behind that stupid plane crash was; Mark did nothing wrong. At most, he was unwillingly privy to it. If I took out my anger on you, though… My circumstances would be different, because while he didn’t kill my father, I killed his aunt. No, I will not ruin my life nor Smore’s future.
“It’s exhilarating to know that our hate for each other is mutual. I don’t need to put up with you or pretend to be okey-dokey just because I care about Mark’s feelings. And then there’s the other thing: my father isn’t lonely in the afterlife. He’s got the Tremonts, including your beloved sister, as his companions! In that sense, there’s nothing I need to do for him anymore. But you… Oh, what a pity. Unlike my father, you’re alive but all alone. You’re so unwanted that the only relative you have left to cling to is your nephew! Tell me, isn’t this karma at work or what?”
Stormclouds began to pool into Shelly’s face. But before she could cast her repartee, Arianne’s one-two punch cut her off.
“And! That’s not even all there is to it. Your married life in Germany was a catastrophe, wasn’t it? Sad, so sad. Your body is completely battered! I bet you’ve been beaten up even more times than stray dogs on the streets. I mean, not even stray dogs get whacked that often. Honestly? Just the knowledge that you’ve suffered so much over the years is satisfying enough for me. God sees you and knows your sins, Shelly-Ann Leigh, and He deals you your retribution.”
It was Shelly’s turn to clench her jaw and ground her teeth. She shut her eyes tightly and sucked in a couple of sharp, deep breaths, just to force the blazing, cackling flames of rage in her mind down.
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