NOLAN
Cutting in, she snarled, “You know? I promise you, you don't have a bloody idea how it feels. You're the one trying to have me killed. What kind of twisted are you?”
Throwing my hands in the air, I shouted, “What the bloody hell? Wait… you do realise that I could have told my mum about you if I really wanted that. But why will I want that? Why would you even think that of me? Emily… look, Emily, it's me. You know me.”
Shrugging, she said, "Well, who knows what games you are playing, but I will tell you this: your mother's death will be nothing compared to what I will do to you guys if you keep coming for me. That shameless hag continues to torment us, and for what?"
“Don't speak about my mother that way,” I warned, trying to keep my mind straight. This meeting wasn't going like I
