---- Chapter 10 Evil Woman I clutched the doorknob so tightly that my knuckles went white. My mind raced. 'Lawrence. Him again. Is this his revenge? Revenge for me hounding him for so long? The more I try to get away from him, the more I run into him.' Yvette held her hand against the door and swung her mangoes. She was looking at me like I was a joke to her. "You don't look happy to see me. I brought mangoes. Your favorite." I wanted to close the door, but it wouldn't budge. Then, I looked at her, and I hissed, "I'm allergic to mangoes, remember?" "Oh, that's nothing." Yvette arched her eyebrow and put on a shocked mask. She leaned closer and gloated quietly, ''You could even lick scraps of food off the floor like a dog, Yvonne. A mango allergy is nothing." My eyes trembled. That awakened a dark memory, ---- and my teeth were chattering. "You know?" Yvette noticed my nightmare gripping me again, and she smiled happily. Her voice was starting to sound demonic to me. "Oh, I know you went down on all fours and barked like a dog just for a piece of moldy toast. I know they pushed your head into the water just for kicks." I was forced to relive my worst memories. Every word that came out of Yvette's mouth dragged me back to those days. They were dark, painful, and ignoble. I was trembling just from what she said. Yvette shook her phone and smiled, as if I were nothing more than dirt. "I have video evidence too. " Slowly, I raised my head, my eyes bloodshot. "It was you, wasn't it?" Asmirk curled Yvette's lips. "Yes, it was." I was not asking about getting kidnapped. "You ---- knew Grandpa was sick." That surprised her, but then she mocked, "You love that old bastard, don't you? Yes, I knew he was sick. That's why I set things up and had Dad and Mom take your cards away. When you called Law, I told him to teach you a lesson so you would know your place." Rage took over me. I was shaking. Without even thinking, I slapped her with all the strength I could muster. "He was your grandfather! How could you... How could you..." I wanted to insult her, to attack her with the foulest, vilest words humanity had come up with, but she was Grandpa's real granddaughter, and all I could do was jab a trembling finger at her. I couldn't even form a coherent sentence. The slap tilted Yvette's head, but she didn't stop. She kept poking me where it hurt the most. "I'm the real daughter of the Marlins. That old bastard was nothing but a pauper. He doesn't deserve a