Mrs. Quincy eyed Vivian Linton.
"The camellia is also known as the 'decapitation flower.' When the blossoms wither, the entire flower head falls off, calyx and all, just like a severed head… Mrs. Quincy, please don't blame Holly. I'm sure she didn't do it on purpose."
"What?!"
Hearing this, Penelope Quincy was so furious she looked ready to tear Holly Sinclair apart. "Does the Quincy family have a grudge against you? How dare you harbor such vicious intentions?"
But to her surprise—
"To a person with a dark heart, everything looks dark."
The cold, mocking words came from none other than Mrs. Quincy herself.
At the same time, she tugged her granddaughter's hand, signaling for her to calm down.
"Mrs. Quincy… what do you mean by that?"
Vivian was stunned, completely bewildered for a moment.
'I feel like that was a dig at me.'
But Mrs. Quincy couldn't be bothered with her.
"You, come here." She beckoned to Holly again.
Holly forcefully shook off Tristan Sterling.
