Lynne’s POV:
I sat on the sofa, legs crossed, watching Esther and her daughter continue to handle Shirley and Sandra. At one point, Sandra stumbled and fell at my feet. I kicked her squarely in the face, sending her chubby features into disarray.
Sandra tried to get up, but Esther pounced on her, slapping her wildly while screeching like a banshee.
Rainer attempted to intervene, but Fiona swung her high heels at his head, forcing him to dodge clumsily. Casually, I picked up a glass of water and threw it at his face.
“Oh! Oh, God!” Rainer flailed his arms, covering his head and sputtering as water dripped down his face. He looked utterly pathetic and promptly abandoned Sandra.
Moments later, the sound of police sirens pierced the air—it seemed the maid had called the authorities. Two o
