Anna stood up from the sofa, her sharp gaze locking onto Victoria. "You live off me, eat my food, and drink what’s mine, yet somehow it’s given you the backbone to criticize me?"
Looking at Victoria’s face, Anna couldn’t control the flood of rage. The memories of these two—Victoria and Alexander—betraying her mother while she was still pregnant with Anna, treating her entire family like fools, ignited an anger she could barely suppress. If it weren’t for her other plans, she would have dealt with these shameless people a long time ago.
No one expected Anna to act so quickly, least of all Victoria, who hadn’t even thought to dodge. The apple hit her nose squarely, and blood flowed immediately.
Victoria began to cry, though it wasn’t clear if it was from the pain or from sheer fear of An
