Sharry Vaux realized she'd caused trouble and said in a panic, "I didn't even touch her; she fell on her own... if the bastard child is lost, then so be it. Mark, let's go..."
She grabbed Mark Reed, but he shook her hand off.
"Do you think you haven't caused enough trouble?"
Mark Reed glared at her, gave the exact address to the 120 operator, and then went over to help Nana Monty sit down.
Cold sweat was already covering Mark's forehead, and his shirt was soaked through with perspiration.
"Mark, don't mind her, let's leave... hurry... are you still not over her? Mark, I'm the one who married you, not her... I won't allow you to touch her."
Sharry Vaux's stubborn temperament thoroughly disgusted Mark Reed.
"Get lost." He pushed her aside rudely.
"Mark..." Sharry Vaux stomped her foot in anger, her resentful eyes gouging at Nana Monty's face, wishing she could tear Nana apart.
