"Waste of space! Can't even kill an unarmed pregnant woman!"
Nora was full of rage, with no outlet to vent, and with a sweep of her arm, the cosmetics on the table crashed to the floor, spilling onto the expensive plush carpet.
Hardy Mercer sat on a nearby sofa with a look of displeasure, remaining silent, with only Nora's curses and heavy breathing filling the room.
"Are you out of your mind, acting so rashly? What if they confess?"
Hardy was worried, his mind a tangled mess, terrified that Nora's mad actions might affect him.
The status of Christopher Moore in Riverdale was not to be trifled with. To dare to harm Ruby Mercer meant certain death.
Nora sneered, playing with her nails lazily, "Who knows if they'll even live to see that time!"
Hearing this, Hardy looked at Nora in shock, his face terrified, "What do you mean?"
Nora's gaze remained on her nails, and with a cold glance at Hardy, she said, "Exactly, dead!"
"You're crazy! Insane!"
