It's like two runners on the same starting line, one getting further and further ahead, reaching where she could never attain in her lifetime, while she's stuck in the mire, sinking deeper, never to climb out.
Beyond vicious curses, she had no other way to describe how she felt.
Her very existence was a mockery of everything she currently had.
A mockery of how she had struggled and stooped to nothing, still unable to surpass the advantages of Abigail's birth and the love showered upon her.
Abigail Moore's pupils violently contracted, her pitch-black eyes shattered into pieces by intense hatred. She abruptly swept the things off the coffee table and snarled, "Get out! Just get out of here!"
Norris Moore was taken aback by her fierce reaction, frowning slightly between her brows. She didn't come here to argue with Abigail, but it seemed impossible for the two of them to speak amicably anymore.
