At that moment, Penelope sat back in her chair, her face tight with disbelief. The more Ramos spoke, the more her fingers curled against the armrest, her nails digging into the fabric. She could hardly process what she was hearing.
"She said that?" Penelope muttered under her breath, her voice trembling between shock and anger. Her eyes narrowed, her tone rising as the words sank in. "Abigail actually threatened us? She… threatened us?"
Her chest rose sharply as she leaned forward, her expression twisting with rage. "Who the hell does Abigail think she is? Does she think she's untouchable now? Does she think just because Jerry put a ring on her finger, she can stand up and rant, throwing words around like she's on top of the world?"
Penelope shook her head bitterly, a dry laugh escaping her lips. "If not for Owen and Amelia, that girl would've been destroyed by now! She should be on her knees thanking them for even letting her breathe this long."
