Chapter 70

AMARA POV

My eyes darkened instantly as anger flushed through me, hot and sharp like a blade carving into my chest.

"Bitch?" I chuckled…slow, sarcastic, disbelieving.

"I think your precious daughter is more of a bitch than I am." I snickered, staring at Mum with nothing but coldness. No fear...

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