"Are you done yet?" Georgia Thorne asked calmly, holding her phone. She was probably used to hearing it, so it didn't affect her much.
"Not yet! You think just because you latched onto a rich man, he'll dote on you for the rest of your life? Take a good look at yourself. You're just like your mother, a specialist in seducing other women's husbands!"
"Hayley Sullivan, say what you want about me, but not my mother!" Georgia Thorne frowned, cutting her off coldly.
"What's wrong with me talking about your mother? Isn't it the truth? If your mother hadn't tried every trick in the book to seduce my husband, where would you have even come from?" Thinking of this, Hayley Sullivan was filled with regret.
'She had watched Yara Joyce tumble down the stairs with her own eyes. She never expected the little bitch to be so tough and not miscarry.'
'She still gave birth to that bastard child. Thank god it wasn't a boy.'
