As soon as Fiona opened the door, she saw Debbie standing there.
Fiona had zero interest in seeing her. The moment she recognized Debbie, she moved to slam the door shut.
But Debbie was faster. She shoved her hand into the gap, forcing Fiona to open up again.
Strutting in like she owned the place, Debbie gave Fiona - and the tiny, shabby apartment - a contemptuous look.
"Fiona, you knew Carlos ran over Bruce and you still shamelessly stuck to him? Pulling all those dirty tricks to get close to him? You really are disgusting. Filthy, cheap tramp! Aren't you afraid Bruce will haunt you from his grave?"
Leaning against the door, Fiona replied with a flat voice, "Debbie, I don't want to see you."
Even though the law had already put labels on what was right and wrong, that d
