I let out a short laugh, cold and angry.
"Say sorry?"
"I don’t take it."
Slowly, I drew my neckline together, hiding those shameful five marks.
My fingers pressed into my skin, painful, yet still not as sharp as the ache inside my chest.
At Luther, I looked, speaking slowly, phrase after phrase, "Since you cannot fix this well, I will settle it in my own style."
Then around I turned and stepped away.
When the door closed, faintly I caught voices inside.
"That stare Vera had just then, my spine went cold. She was spoiled by the Kelly family since childhood, when had she ever been shamed like that?"
One person paused, "Faye is hard to deal with; she likely won't drop this."
Luther’s even voice came, sounding sure.
"She won’t. I know Vera, she only spoke from anger, she won't truly do anything toward Faye."
He waited briefly, then said, "Plus, with me guarding her, she cannot act."
Uneasy looks passed among the group.
I hadn’t expected that Luther, who always acted soft with me, would stand in front of Faye like that.
Right then, someone nearby chuckled and praised him. "Sure, Miss Stewart is the one Brother Luther spoils the most now."
Outside the entrance, I stood there as a cold smile slowly shaped across my face.
Not strike back? Then I wouldn’t match the name Kelly.
In the car, I sat down and opened my phone. "Tonight at twelve."
"Bring Faye Stewart to me."
"And arrange skin-patch tools and a doctor team."
Around a little past eleven, my screen lit bright.
My brother wrote, [I’ve ordered the guards to send Faye to the old home. She’ll reach there in twenty minutes.]
I was ready to answer when another friend forwarded a clip.
Once I tapped it open, Faye was smiling widely toward the lens.
"Today I made a special pattern for a certain self-styled high-class old lady."
She waved the tattoo pen toward the shot. "Guess what I carved on her? Phoenix City Must Eat List!"
"You people should’ve seen it, she’s already thirty yet still dares to show her chest. The flesh was so loose I couldn’t even keep the needle steady. I purposely pressed three times. No matter what, she’ll never erase it.
The comment section burst.
[Refreshing book lead]
[Good job!]
[Hahaha, too funny!]
As she spoke more, she grew more hyped, her eyes bright with small pride.