"Let go. If you don't let go, I'm going to call for help. What are you trying to do? Assaulting someone is against the law. Aren't you afraid I'll report you to the police?" Grace Winslow's face was cold and grim, her tone anything but polite.
In the past, she had been relatively polite to Ava Forrest.
After all, she was Caleb Forrest's relative, and an elder at that.
Ever since she was young, her parents had taught her to be modest and respectful toward her elders.
But in the mere three months since she had married Caleb Forrest, this Ava Forrest had found fault with her at every turn and looked for all sorts of trouble.
Now that she was about to divorce Caleb Forrest, there was naturally no need to be polite anymore.
The hospital room was filled with the clamor.
A nurse quickly arrived, drawn by the commotion.
She saw that the back of Grace Winslow's hand was covered in blood, and blood had already started to backflow into the IV tube.
She was instantly startled.
