Holly Wyatt sized Lynn Fletcher up and down, her eyes showing a glimmer of pity. The look utterly infuriated Lynn Fletcher.
Lynn Fletcher shot to her feet, lunging at Holly like a wild animal.
Before she even got within a meter of Holly Wyatt, she was easily subdued.
Holly Wyatt grabbed her wrist, twisted it back, and pinned both of Lynn Fletcher's arms behind her, immobilizing her completely.
Lynn Fletcher was horrified, realizing she couldn't break free no matter how much she struggled.
"Holly Wyatt! You bitch!" Lynn Fletcher screamed, her words sharp and merciless. "You stole my parents, you stole another woman's man, and he isn't even human! He's an animal! How can you stomach him?! AHHHHH!!"
Holly Wyatt tightened her grip, her cherubic, baby-fat face showing a stern expression for the first time. "It seems you don't value that mouth of yours."
