Chapter Thirty-One- “Slowly fed up”.
Isabella Montague.
“YOU WRETCHED b***h!” Mrs. Donnelly screamed the words at my face, her breathing ragged and her as a whole, distorted. “You damned woman! THIS IS ALL YOUR FAULT!” She screamed again, and while I was still in shock, unable to fully grasp what the hell is going on, she threw herself at me, her arms flailing as she hit anywhere she could possibly can on the skin.
She couldn’t do it for long though because Amy swooped in, pushing her back enough to put a reasonable distance between us, before she stood in front of me—acting as a human shield. Even if it was a man attacking me, safe for the moment of feeling stupefied, with Amy I wasn’t scared of much harm coming to me—the girl doesn’t have a black belt and box in her free time for not
