She shrank her neck, a fear close to death made her whole body cold.
But how could she be willing!
How could she be willing?!
The warm blood flowed down her arm, weakly dripping to the ground.
On the other side, her fingers clawed the ground forcefully, nails breaking and bleeding.
Her whole being once again plunged into a totally self-destructive madness.
Her appearance was hideous and terrifying.
Mary Douglas watched her, slightly closed her eyes and shook her head.
"You are wrong! I will not die, and if I do, it won't be at the hands of that bitch Arabella Vanderbilt!!"
She shouted hysterically, looking at Declan Wolles, "So what if you saved her mother, Arabella Vanderbilt doesn't even know if she's alive or dead now! You like that bitch? It's pathetic, trying so hard to be cool but she didn't even get to see it. Who knows, maybe she's already dead at the hands of the Leader?
