---- granddaughter like me! You're the only idiot who thought he was the world." The insults wouldn't stop coming, and I snapped. I shoved Yvette with all my might and made sure she fell with a thud. Then I lunged at her like a leopard, my mind focused on one thing: Tearing her mouth apart. I saw red. The only thing I could hear was the roar of my blood and the insults Yvette was hurling at Grandpa. 'How dare she? How! Dare! She!" I slapped and slapped and slapped, but then pain shot through my face. I snapped out of my fury. Lawrence was standing right in front of me, his disgust palpable. I was crushing Yvette underneath. She was disheveled, and her cheeks were swollen. For a moment, she looked more like the madwoman here. ---- Lawrence pulled his hand back and barked coldly, "Are you mad, Yvonne? Look at you! You don't even look like a lady now. You're nothing but a mad wench!"