~{FLARE'S POV}~
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I entered the room with a stoic expression as I went to sit on a chair facing both of them.
"I'm sure you heard everything." Clarice calmly said but Jelly on the other hand refused to look at me.
"Don't you think you're making things far more difficult for Miss Ingrid?" I calmly asked.
I didn't like Ingrid and I was still pissed at her for what she did to my mate.
If not for my mother stopping me, I might have really killed her.
But would she die easily?
They said she is strong so snapping her neck shouldn't end her right?
I had asked myself that question severally.
What if I actually killed her?
"I don't think so, is that what you think?" Clarice arched an innocent brow at me and I nearly rolled my eyes at her.
I knew the kind of woman she was after all she was my mother.
Without giving her a response, I shifted my gaze onto Jelly and this time he was looking at me.
