Chapter 80

"Slap!" Talia's long manicured nails dug into Roberta's face as she viciously cursed, "You witch, where do you think you're going with that bag? Are you planning to see your crazy mother or run away?" "Mrs. Walsh…" Roberta bit her lip. Though her voice was weak, she looked firm. "I'm not your prisoner. I have the freedom to go wherever I want. Plus, haven't you always hated me? If I leave, it would just be perfect. Talia cackled. "The witch has learned to talk back. It seems you've forgotten about what happened in that village. Do you need me to help you remember?" She played a video with a few taps on her phone. The screen showed a scene of horror where a young lady begged hoarsely for mercy while men laughed cruelly. Roberta's face turned deathly pale, and the courage she had mustered instantly crumbled. She clutched her ears, shook her head frantically, and cried out, "Stop it! Stop it! Don't play it anymore, please!" Talia sneered as she put the phone away and looked at Ro