“Rosalie, you b*tch! Why are you framing me? Byron loved me! It’s because of you! You keep clinging to him, making him want to leave me! I want you dead!”

Wendy pointed Rosalie in the nose as she cursed, “I’ll never let you off for this! Who do you think you are? How dare you snatch Byron away from me?! Byron will see who you truly are! You’re just a sl*t—”

The villa hall echoed with Wendy’s hysterical scolding.

“I forbid you to speak of Mommy like that! Mean lady! I hate you! I hate you the most!”

Estelle lost her temper. She cried as she took things she could reach to smash them on Wendy.

Rosalie quickly cuddled Estelle, feeling remorseful.

She should have let the little ones go upstairs.

This scene was too hysterical for the kids, especially Estelle, whose mood had always been unstable.

“I don’t want the mean lady!” Estelle cried out of breath, “Mean Auntie scolded Mommy. She even pinched my arms and legs! Mommy! Estie wants Mommy!”

Rosalie felt sorry for the little girl an