An overwhelming anger swept towards Abigail Hemsworth like waves carried by a fierce wind, she now only felt that the explosion was once again detonating inside her head.
"Deserved it? Are you saying he deserved to die?"
Penelope Conner trembled all over, scared by the unchecked fury emanating from Abigail Hemsworth. In her panic, she suddenly raised the fruit knife she had been holding all along, "What do you want to do?"
Abigail Hemsworth's figure suddenly froze in place.
Penelope Conner, seeing her retreat, gradually steadied herself, her expression relaxed into a cold sneer.
"Aren't I right? I didn't ask you guys to save me, it was your own decision, and then you brought that cowardly tag-along up to die! If you hadn't come up, how could he have died?"
The veins on Abigail Hemsworth's forehead became visibly pronounced against her fair skin, though slender they still revealed her extreme anger at this moment.
