Chapter 43
Mable would not let anyone slap her. She lifted her hand and gripped the woman’s wrist, her eyes cold to the core.
“Mrs. Fowler, do you not want to use your hand anymore?!”
Blair’s mother, Martha Mcdowell, was startled for a moment. She looked angrier than before.
“What’s the matter? Are you going to fight me? Let go!”
Mable scoffed disdainfully and shook off her hand.
Martha lost her balance and staggered back, almost falling. “You! How dare you push me?!”
Beatrice quickly held her. “Aunt Martha, are you alright?”
After getting off the call with Blair yesterday, she booked a flight to Ashdale early this morning.
Coincidentally, she met Solomon and Tracey at the airport and overheard their conversation, learning that Blair had been injured trying to save Mable.
Beatrice could not let go of such a good opportunity. So she informed Martha and came to Ashdale with her.
Martha was dissatisfied with Mable, to begin with. Now that she knew Blair was injured because of her
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