After a moment of panic, Gemma Montague immediately composed herself. "Seraphina, you don't believe Mom either? I…"
Before she could finish her sentence, Gemma Montague was sent flying, arcing through the air before crashing hard onto the ground.
Everyone in the living room watched Seraphina Ashworth and remained silent. Paul Ashworth had no intention of interfering, either. He knew his darling daughter had her methods.
If anyone had still been in disbelief a moment ago, they were made believers the instant Seraphina Ashworth struck.
"COUGH, COUGH—" Gemma Montague struggled to her feet, leaning against the wall and coughing weakly. She was a pathetic sight.
Seraphina Ashworth moved, and in the next instant, she was in front of Gemma Montague. A pale hand shot out and grabbed her by the collar. "Did my words just go in one ear and out the other? To think you could impersonate my mom with that surgically altered face. You're not even worthy!"
