Margaret hurried over to Bella, who was playing with Mark. She knew exactly what Bella was doing.
Mark suddenly ran toward her. “Granny’s been looking for you all around the house.”
“Is that so?” Margaret asked softly.
He nodded.
“Alright, my dear,” she said, forcing a smile. “Let me talk to your mother first. Go inside with your daddy.”
“Okay.” The little boy ran off.
Margaret turned back, reached out, and grabbed Bella’s hands. Her grip was tight unforgiving. Her eyes burned with restrained fury.
“Do you think you can walk into my family,” she said coldly, “and ruin it for me?”
“Eesh. old woman, that hurts!” Bella hissed, shoving her hands away. “What are you going to do to me, huh? Try to kill me like you wanted to kill Zars? Or like you killed your husband?”
Margaret froze.
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