Chapter 112

When Isla just rushed up, a flash of panic crossed Abigail's face. However, she quickly regained her composure. She looked baffled, plus a bit unjustly accused: "Isla, how could you wrong people? That day, I just told you that Willow was not at her maternal home, and you presumptuously assumed that she had run off with another man. You guys boldly charged into my cousin's house to frame her today. I haven't even settled accounts with you, and yet you're playing the victim card?" Abigail dressed differently from the usual village women, and she was naturally pretty too. Feigning distress, she seems pitiful, forming a stark contrast to Isla's distorted ferocity. Furthermore, her words were reasonable and convincing, winning people over. Thus, the crowd, whose curiosity was originally piqued, immediately gave disdainful look at Isla once more. Isla was almost pissed to death. Not only did she have deep hatred for Willow, but she also loathed the cunning Abigail. Isla wanted to speak again