"You—!!"
Grandpa Porter choked on his fury at Camilla's merciless words, his jaw clenched tight.
"With elders present here, even if Sandra has done something wrong, it's not your place to discipline her!"
The dark rage in his eyes was almost palpable.
"Camilla, you've gone too far—showing no respect for your superiors!"
"Exactly!"
Sandra, finally catching her breath, struggled weakly.
"Who do you think you are, Camilla, to—" With a sharp press of her foot against a pressure point on Sandra's body, Camilla silenced her.
"Ah—!!" A wave of excruciating pain shot through Sandra's limbs, leaving her completely paralyzed.
"If I truly had no respect for my elders," Camilla's crimson lips curled into a chilling smile, "I would've killed Sandra outright."
Her voice dripped with icy disdain.
"Instead, I'm wasting my time reasoning with you."
Reason with her?
Sinclair's lips twitched involuntarily as he watched Sandra pinned under Camilla's foot, utterly immobilized.
