I directed my final words at Mary, making sure each syllable carried the weight of my threat. "Beautiful women being harassed by men is never the woman's fault. And Mary-I suggest you control your tongue, unless you want someone to slap you in public."
"Rachel, release her," I commanded coldly, watching as Mary Simpson was finally freed from Rachel's grip.
Though she no longer hurled insults, her eyes burned with enough hatred to incinerate both Elizabeth and me on the spot. I couldn't care less about her glare as I gently took my mother's arm, feeling the slight tension in her body.
"Let's say goodbye to Harper and leave," I said softly to Elizabeth, vanting to remove her from this unpleasant situation.
Elizabeth hesitated, her brow furrowing with concern. "Wouldn't it be impolite to leave so soon? People might think..." Her voice trailed off, clearly worried about Skyview City's inevitable gossip.
