Her words made Selvia Todd's face instantly darken.
She glared sinisterly and fiercely at Mary Douglas, whose casual smile was calm and collected, with the muscles on her face twitching uncontrollably.
Mary Douglas had already picked up a piece of bread and began eating gracefully and calmly again.
Selvia Todd's hands at her sides moved, and for a moment, she really wanted to slap the bread and water from Mary Douglas's hands onto the ground.
But she held back.
A heavy nasal breath let out a sound.
"It seems you really don't understand where you are and what situation you're in! Are you not afraid and still dreaming? In this situation, you want to see how I die?!"
Selvia Todd's anger was already teetering on the edge of explosion, her breaths heavy, and her words sharp and hysterical.
"You probably will never see the scene you want to see. Trust me, the last thing you'll see before you die will surely be how your daughter dies in front of you!"
