"Mr. Henry, quickly go find someone to open the door!" Mother Johnson was anxious. Seeing that Sienna wouldn't open the door, she had to find another way.
"Yes, Madam!"
Sabrina Johnson's heart ached so intensely she could hardly breathe. She fumbled in her small bag for her medicine, her hand trembling. Just as she was about to put a pill into her mouth, Sienna lunged forward like a gust of wind and slapped the medicine from her grasp.
The small vial flew through the air, clattered to the ground, and rolled a good distance away.
"Sienna Johnson, what are you doing?"
"Sabrina Johnson, I'm merely doing to you what you and Frederick Stewart once did to me!"
Sienna looked despairingly at the architect of her suffering, and a wicked thought crossed her mind: She hoped Sabrina would die from a heart attack.
Sabrina hated her, and she hated Sabrina. Sabrina had once declared, "Between the two of us, one must die!"
Well then, let Sabrina Johnson be the one to die.
