"Hmph!" Mr. Fletcher snorted, slamming his hand on the bedside table with a loud BANG. "She's completely out of control! To think she'd repeatedly attack her own sister! How did we raise someone so vicious!"
Mrs. Fletcher frowned and looked at Nathan Fletcher. "Go get a nurse to treat your sister's wound."
His expression tense, Nathan Fletcher gave a slight nod and immediately turned to leave.
Watching their tense expressions, as if they were facing a great enemy, Lynn Fletcher felt the knot of panic in her heart finally begin to loosen.
'There's still time. They haven't grown attached to Holly Wyatt yet, and they aren't protecting her.'
'I still have time to deal with Holly Wyatt!'
Lynn Fletcher sat in the armchair in the hospital room. The wound on her hand had been treated and wrapped in gauze, and she had changed out of her soiled dress.
