The nurse, intimidated, quickly fell silent.
Katelyn had reached her limit. She fixed Wrenley with a cold gaze.
“There’s no money for you. Step aside!” she commanded.
At Katelyn’s words, Wrenley’s rage surged, and she lunged at Katelyn, her movements menacing.
“You insolent child, how dare you talk to me like that? I’ll show you manners your parents never taught!” she shouted.
Katelyn deftly dodged Wrenley, clutching Vincent’s wrist in the process.
Had she not intervened, Vincent might have given them a lesson they would truly regret.
Yet, Katelyn knew better than to engage further with such brazen people. A physical fight would serve no good; it would only lead to their harm.
Wrenley, missing her target, tumbled to the floor, howling in pain.
As she lay there, she called out, “Somebody do something! I’m being attacked! Is there no justice in Granville?”
Katelyn observed Wrenley from above, a slight smirk forming on her lips.
She couldn’t help but notice the striking resemblance between Wrenley’s dramatic behavior and that of Marlon’s mother.
She stooped down, eyes gleaming with mockery as she watched Wrenley twitch.
“I have seen this disgusting act before. Curious about what happened to the last one who tried it?” she teased.
Wrenley’s wailing stopped instantly; she looked up at Katelyn, puzzled.
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“What happened to them?”
Katelyn formed her hand into a gun shape, pointing it at Wrenley’s forehead.
“Bang!” Katelyn said with a grin, “A bullet right in the head.”
“You!” Wrenley’s complexion whitened, her eyes wide with a mix of shock and disbelief.
In that instant, Wrenley felt a real fear, as though an actual gun was aimed at her, despite Katelyn’s hand being empty.
With Wrenley calmed, Katelyn rose to confront Zayden. Zayden, too, seemed shaken by her words.
Having spent his whole life in a secluded village, real firearms were beyond their usual experience.
Zayden tried to gather his composure.
“Katelyn, don’t think we’re intimidated by your lies. I’m telling you, this isn’t finished.”
A flicker of amusement passed through Katelyn’s eyes.
“Oh, it’s far from over. And I’m aware of who’s supporting you.”
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