As Violet Zimmerman finished speaking, the blood visibly drained from Sophia Hamilton's face. Her hands gripped the straps of her shoulder bag, squeezing tightly, forcing out a strained smile.
"Madam, are you joking?"
Violet Zimmerman arrogantly lifted her chin, arms crossed, questioning, "Do you think I have time to joke with you?"
Sophia Hamilton…
"No, Madam, you can't do this, you can't... This is Evander's and my child, you can't abort it..." Sophia Hamilton shook her head incessantly. Her pale face was completely bloodless, her voice trembled slightly as she rambled, while reaching for the zipper of her shoulder bag, her fingers noticeably shaking as they held the zipper head.
"Are you angry about that check? I'll return it to you, right now..."
Violet Zimmerman watched her actions, a mocking smile formed at the corners of her lips.
