Patricia shot Jackson a look, her tone loaded with meaning. “Marian’s the smart one here.”
Jackson’s hackles went up immediately. “What’s that supposed to mean? I’m plenty strong—Marian’s got nothing on me.”
Patricia just grinned, loving how easy it was to get under his skin. “Yesterday you were the one going on about, ‘Without action, knowledge is useless!’ Remember?”
Jackson’s face flushed with annoyance, but Patricia’s laughter bubbled out before she could stop herself. Even Marian, watching from the side, started to smile.
Jackson, still bristling, muttered, “So, is she gonna try to get rid of Tina next?”
Patricia shook her head. “Nope. She’s just going to focus on how to take me down.”
. . .
Judy opened the door just in time to catch Kelly stumbling in, clutching the wall for support. The sight made Judy panic.
Kelly’s mother-in-law was still at the hospital. Howard was up to his neck with the mess at Newton Enterprises. The house felt too big, too empty—just the two of them.
Kelly slumped onto the sofa, looking ghostly pale, her voice barely above a whisper. “Get the doctor. Tell him to come up.”
Judy didn’t dare waste a second. She rushed to call the doctor, then poured a glass of water, setting it quietly next to Kelly before slipping away.
Left alone in the living room, Kelly’s breathing was ragged, her chest rising and falling with rage. Her eyes were sharp with humiliation—Patricia, just an orphan and a cripple, had managed to push her this far.
Was she really going to have to spend the rest of her life with her head bowed in front of Patricia? She’d always lived in the spotlight—when had she ever suffered like this?
The doctor arrived to find Kelly sprawled on the couch. The blood on her knee had just started to dry, but as he cleaned the wound, it started to bleed again, red soaking into the fresh bandages. The pain was sharp, almost clearing her head.


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