Third Person's POV
Seraphina sighed and nodded in agreement. "Okay, whatever you say. I'm off the clock now, so I'm not going to entertain you."
With that, she neatly packed up her medical files, walked around the desk, and headed for the door.
But Vivian had come here specifically to throw a tantrum and vent her anger. There was no way she was just going to let Seraphina walk away.
She blocked the doorway, refusing to budge.
That face, which usually played the pathetic, fragile victim in front of Mortimer, was now twisted with pure madness and obsession.
"You're not walking out that door until you make things clear! Mortimer is only treating me this cruelly because a fake b***h like you played dirty tricks behind my back. You stole the life that was supposed to be mine!"
Seraphina
