The phone barely rang twice before it was answered.
"Kitty, I'm warning you, stay away from my daughter, or you'll regret it," Delilah's icy tone cut through the air.
Kitty just smirked on the other end. Did Delilah still fancy herself some sort of queen?
She casually twirled a curl of hair around her finger, responding slowly, "I have no choice. Since you refuse to be a match for dad, I have to turn to your daughter. It's not her fault she has a mother as cold and heartless as you."
Delilah's eyes narrowed. Her sister had always been conniving, inheriting their father's ruthless streak, never giving up until she got what she wanted.
"Don't push your luck," Delilah snapped impatiently.
Kitty chuckled softly, "I've already told you, if you won't come back to the Cunningham family, I'll go after your daughter."
After a slight pause, she added, "And if she's not a match, I might have to approach your sons. They have responsibilities too, you know."
"Why not go straight to them? What are you trying to prove by going after my daughter?" Delilah retorted with a cold laugh.
Kitty was stunned by Delilah's words. Is this how a mother should talk?
At that moment, Yara walked in, calling out, "Mom."
Kitty quickly collected herself, not wanting her daughter to overhear, and hung up the phone, "Yara, you're back."
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