Chapter 172

Talk is cheap—Henrietta even went all out and left a huge, red slap mark on her own face to sell the scene. The way it looked, you'd think Samantha beat her half to death. There was no way to talk her way out of this mess. "Ring ring." Her phone buzzed. It was a number she didn't recognize from Dunwick. She picked up, only to be greeted by a woman practically screaming, "Caitlin, how could you lay hands on Henrietta like that? Hitting your elder—are you even human?!" Samantha frowned. "..." Lady, who even are you? Before she could breathe, another call came in. This time it opened with curses. "Caitlin, you call yourself a daughter-in-law? You're downright evil! You sent my cousin to the hospital, are you out of your mind?!" "Where the hell are you now? Don't tell me you ran after putting her in the hospital! Get your ass to the hospital!" In no time, Samantha got bombarded by several calls—every one of them some Perkins relative yelling at her like she was public enemy number one. And