(Natalie's POV)
I stood aside, looking from my husband to my sister. As Franklin was asking her if she was alright.
"No, Franklin. Allow me to go home. Natalie must rot in jail today!" Amelia sobbed, and Franklin tried to speak to her, telling her not to leave our house, but she refused.
"I'm a model, Franklin! Look at what your stupid wife did to me!" Amelia turned her hands for Franklin to see the bruises that the cane had caused her.
"Natalie dared to flog me just because I came here to visit you guys."
"Did I invite you? Leave here, you bìtch, and go back to our father's house. Aren't you ashamed of yourself to be lusting after your sister's husband? Are we on good terms that you would claim you came here to visit us? Do I need your stupid visit?" I barked at Amelia, and her eyes
