"What do you mean? Are you fucking kidding me? Daphne, don't listen to these sluts. When did I hit her?" Philippa hissed as she yanked her hand away from Marjorie, and started rubbing her wrist as she looked at Daphne with an ugly face.
Hearing the two arguing again, Daphne finally came to her senses and raised her fingers to massage her aching temples as her mind started to make sense of what was happening.
"Are you trying to deny what just happened? Don't you see my friend wailing on the floor there. Do you think that she is doing that for show? Who do you think you are?" Marjorie yelled angrily at Philippa, her chest heaving angrily as she pointed at Amabel who was still crying on the ground, her face a mess and that cheek looking more swollen with each passing second.
Daphne's gaze briefly passed Amabel and her heart lurched upon seeing how bad Amabel was looking. She clenched her teeth as her gaze unconsciously shifted towards Philippa who was denying what she had just done.
