"All right... this is the last chance, I will seize it, I promise..."
Arthur Brown snorted coldly, kicked her hand away, and stormed off in anger.
As soon as he left, Mrs. Johns lay motionless on the floor, a large lump forming on her head, and her left cheek was so numb from pain.
Mrs. Johns lay on the ground for a long time before she could get up, and she sat back on the sofa.
The fruit plate on the tea table contained several apples, with a fruit knife next to it. Mrs. Johns' eyes grew colder and more sinister. She picked up the fruit knife and chopped the apple with all her might, using all her strength with each slash.
"Nolan Morrison, Matilda Jenkins, Greta Woods... I will make you all regret it. The humiliation you gave me, I will reclaim it doubly."
