CHAPTER EIGHTY-FIVE (The Show)

Her voice sent chills down my spine. I was supposed to be angry, why am I letting fear find me? I said to myself. I picked up the little piece of anger that had refused to be scared, to reply to her. Just as I was about to give her the most brutal verbal banter I have ever given anyone, I remembered Jude, poor and scared Jude, that meant nothing other than good intentions towards me. I paused and tamed the burning rage inside of me. I must not drag him into this. I have to respect his bravery. It takes a courageous man to do what he did. Despite knowing that, telling me about Jane and Catherine's conspiracy may bring awful consequences, he still went ahead.

“You allow them to take her away?” she added. Maybe because she was impatience, couldn’t wait for my reply. I looked around the spacious room, trying still to calm myself, then I realize I have almost ruined the gown in my hands. I have unconsciously transferred my aggression to the poor cotton.

“I had no choice, she tried to poi