"Bitch!"
She shouted harshly, her voice trembling with anger, filled with intense aggression, and then questioned, "Stop with that sarcastic tone! You're no better yourself!"
Clara Bennett heard the noise and merely curled her lips lazily, raised her hand to casually tidy some loose strands of hair, skillfully tucking them behind her ear.
Then, she resumed her usual nonchalant manner, and said to the nearly out-of-control Daisy Stone in front of her, "I'm not being sarcastic."
She emphasized this with feigned sincerity, then slightly raised her tone, blending a bit of mockery and irony in her voice, "As for what you said, do you think I'm wronging you? Hm? Isn't it the truth?"
Every syllable she uttered was sharp, like an ice pick piercing into the other's heart, leaving her powerless to refute.
