Chapter 519:
âHonestly, I am quite curious.
Why do you think Iâm the kind of person you can just walk all over? Do you think Iâm too gentle to strike back? Or do you figure Lindsayâs cruel enough to end you?â
Color drained from Ettaâs face, leaving her visibly paler.
A frosty gleam flickered in Harleeâs eyes as she pressed on.
âYou know full well Lindsay was the one who lashed out at you, yet here you are, picking on those you think wonât fight back.
Youâre too scared to confront her, so you twist your story, dumping your fabricated guilt on me.
But tell me, Etta, why would I ever let that slide?â
Etta shivered uncontrollably, the urge to voice her grievances burning within her, yet the words eluded her.
She was keenly aware of her need to express her frustrations, but Lindsayâs presence complicated matters.
After all, Lindsay was the cherished daughter of the illustrious Morgan family.
What if Lindsayâs rage erupted uncontrollably?
The fear restrained Etta.
She mused that if Harlee offered her a chance to speak freely, she would gladly reciprocate with kindness in the days to come.
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Despite not holding as esteemed a position within the Sanderson family as Harlee, Etta considered herself an essential member of the family.
Based on this, she rationalized that Harlee enduring some suffering on her behalf was justifiable.
After all, she had filled Harleeâs place as the cherished daughter with Lonnie and Skyla for a grueling twenty years!
Harleeâs attention had been fixed on the dazed Lindsay.
Observing Lindsay, she figured if Lindsay wasnât under the influence of substances, then perhapsâ¦
The situation was becoming increasingly complicated.
Etta was startled by Harleeâs penetrating insight into her thoughts when suddenly, Harleeâs piercing gaze shifted from Lindsay toward her.
At that instant, Harlee flashed Etta a chillingly dismissive smile.
Ettaâs heart pounded wildly as she beheld Harleeâs enigmatic smile and those inscrutable eyes.
As Harlee approached, each step seemed to herald a sudden, unsettling shift, a once ordinary day now shadowed with dark omens.
Involuntarily, Etta tried to inch her bruised body closer to Lindsay for protection.
But Lindsay, lost in her own thoughts, unwittingly kept Etta at bay.
With every small step Etta took, Lindsay drifted further away, retreating several feet.
âNo, this wonât happenâ¦â Etta muttered to herself in despair, crawling forward, refusing to believe Lindsay would leave her side.
And Harlee? She was the living, breathing definition of madness! Once unleashed, nothing could curb her frenzy.
Quivering, Ettaâs limbs shook as she turned her pallid, anxious face toward Lindsay, pleading, âMiss Morgan, we shouldnât stay here any longer.
Letâs just go home!â
Lindsay, startled by Ettaâs voice, was jolted back to reality.
Yet, her thoughts remained fixated on Harlee, rendering her deaf to Ettaâs urgent pleas.
Fueled by a desire for vengeance, Lindsayâs mind raced with visions of dismantling Harlee, the very woman she had deemed an insignificant country bumpkin who had now bested her, even daring to strike her twice!
The staggering realization pierced Lindsayâs heart, as if a sinister whisper was commanding her from within.
âKill Harlee, and the crown will be yours to claim!â
Lindsay battled to maintain her composure.
Yet, the internal strife left her paralyzed, engulfed in confusion and disorientation.
Once more, Ettaâs voice pierced the silence.
âMiss Morgan, I need your helpâ¦
Please help meâ¦â
At this moment, Harlee gazed at the pallid Etta and offered a faint, mocking smile.
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