Grandpa Porter glared at Madam Porter with fury, his knuckles turning white as he gripped his cane.
"You two—drag her out of here now!"
"Y-yes, right away!"
The two servants, already terrified, didn't dare hesitate.
They immediately seized Mrs. Porter, by both arms and began hauling her toward the door.
"Let me go!
You still haven't told me where Sandra is—I won't leave!!"
Mrs. Porter struggled weakly, but her injuries left her powerless.
She could only let the Porter family servants drag her away.
Her lips pressed into a bloodless line, she twisted her head with effort, her gaze sweeping over the figures in the parlor.
Despair in her eyes hardened into something venomous.
A dark, icy thought took root in her mind.
The commotion in the Porter household soon reached Camilla's ears through the Luther Family's informants.
"This Mrs. Porter… is far more interesting than I expected."
A faint, inscrutable smile curved her lips as she spoke slowly.
