"Camille, you've been making my life hell. First at the charity dinner, now this with my son? Are you looking for trouble?"
Chantelle shot Camille a deadly glare. Then, she grabbed her hair, pulled open the window, and shoved it halfway out.
"Chantelle, are you out of your mind? What are you doing? Let me go!" Camille screamed.
A cold gust of wind smacked her swollen face. She cried out from the sting and clenched her fists in rage.
She hated Chantelle so much.
Anthony wasn't there, and Camille had no one to rely on. If he were around, she wouldn't have let Chantelle treat her like this.
"Scared now? How could you hurt my son? Did you think there wouldn't be consequences?"
Chantelle forced Camille's head to look down.
"It's not that high. You won't die if you fall. But I can't promise you won't end up crippled. So, Ms. Nelsen… want to give it a try?"
"I didn't hurt your son! I was the one who got hurt! Chantelle, you're being unfair!"
