I sincerely hoped Jessica would marry Randy, especially since Nicholas agreed as well. If it weren't for you telling me Randy isn't Nicholas's biological son, I wouldn't have done this, right? I know you're afraid, and I understand your worries now, but you can't just slander me like this!"
"Slander? I'm slandering you? You wretched bitch, watch me beat you to death..." Cindy Morrison, almost losing her rationality, had one thought in her mind: she must kill this prostitute. If it weren't for her, she wouldn't have done this, and now that things have come to light, she actually washes her hands of it and throws all the blame on her, still trying to pretend to be a white lotus.
No one stepped forward to break up the fight; no one made a sound. Even Nicholas Morrison watched with cold eyes as Cindy Morrison unilaterally assaulted Mrs. Johns.
Cindy Morrison couldn't beat Matilda Jenkins, but she had a good chance against Mrs. Johns, who fancied herself a noble lady living in luxury.
