#Chapter 117: A Bad Mother

Agnes Olivia stepped into the house before I could say a word. She looked more irate than I had ever seen her, her face red and her mouth quivering with fury. “Where are they?” she hissed, jabbing her finger into the center of my chest. “Where are my husband and daughter, you little whore?” I blinked, stunned. Gertrude and Evelyn rounded the corner from the living room, looking just as shocked as I was. “First of all, watch your tongue—” Evelyn began, but I cut her off with a raised hand. I knew that Olivia was trying to get a rise out of me, and I wouldn’t give her the satisfaction. I turned back to Olivia and folded my arms across my chest. “Elijah and Thea are busy,” I said, keeping my voice as calm as possible. “Why are you here? It’s late.” Olivia scoffed. “I saw those pictures and videos, you know. I mean, I knew you were low class, Agnes, but kissing another man in public? Right in front of my daughter, no less? You’re disgusting.” “It w