hapter 228C
It was Dorothy.
She stood in a puddle of what looked disturbingly like blood, her white ankle boots soaked through, as she watched me halt the action of closing the door. Slowly, she withdrew her hand and crossed her arms in front of her chest. “Jane, I’d advise you to back off. Stop messing around with Bryant.”
That she found my address so quickly was alarming.
I frowned, “Whether it’s you or Margaret, you’d better check yourself into a hospital or better yet, go bother Bryant. Don’t come here bothering me.”
“Huh, cut the act!” She glanced inside my house with disdain. I’ve done my homework. Without marrying Bryant, how could someone like you, with both parents gone and broke, afford such a place?”
She lifted her chin, exuding the kind of arrogance only the wealthy possess, in full display.
My patience wore thin, and I replied coldly, “Oh, what about you? If it weren’t for the luck of being adopted by the Myers family, would you even be here, speaking like this, boldly meddling in someone else’s marriage?”
Everyone could hit where it hurt. Dorothy shouldn’t expect me to play nice if she stepped on my toes.
“Janel” Dorothy’s haughty demeanor instantly turned vicious. She raised her hand, intending to slap me, but I pushed her away, glaring at her foot nearly stepping inside my home, my gaze filled with disgust, “Don’t dirty my place.”
Fuming, she clenched her teeth, glaring at me with hatred. “You’ll see. “Since you don’t want to take my advice or accept my good will, I’m done playing nice!”
“You think splashing blood on someone’s doorstep is being nice?” I shot back sarcastically, “Ms. Myers, I really can’t match your level.”
Dorothy snapped, “So, you insist on clinging to the Ferguson family, huh?”
“I won’t” I smiled, offering my sincerest blessings. “Then let me wish you a happy marriage and a quick addition to your family, maybe even twins or triplets.”
With that, I moved to close the door.
I had agreed, so what was she still venting about?
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