"No, you're the mad one." Phoebe shot back, her voice ringing out loud and clear, cutting Wendy off mid-rant.
"You're the mad one, Wendy," she added, her anger subsiding slightly, replaced by a more pitying tone. "You've truly lost it."
Wendy froze, her eyes widening in shock. Her face contorted into a grotesque mask of fury that sent shivers down Phoebe's spine. Suddenly, she was pulled away from Wendy's rage-filled gaze and into someone's arms.
"Mad? You're all mad! All of you! Nothing but lowlifes!" Wendy yelled, her voice shrill and piercing. Her accusations hung in the air like a blade, piercing everyone's eardrums.
Azriel guided Phoebe away from the hysterical Wendy, whose antics were becoming increasingly undistinguishable from a madwoman's. Chloe shook her head, her expression filled with both resignation and pity.
Perhaps Wendy had already lost her mind; her obsession had just been too terrifying to recognize. At first, she had maintained some semblance of composure, upholding the dignity and grace expected of a lady from the Alonso family, and covering her tracks carefully. But as time passed, she had shed all pretenses, openly displaying her madness for everyone to see.d2
This chaotic scene marked the end of the party. As the guests began to disperse, Wendy remained rooted in place, continuing to spew her venomous insults at everyone. Chloe, now the majority shareholder of the company, stayed behind to manage the lingering guests.
Grace slumped in a chair in the corner, watching Wendy collapse to the floor in a fit of rage. The sight of Wendy, crippled and livid, spitting vulgarities at everyone, was a jarring image that remained etched in Grace's memory. Her heart sank to the depths of despair.
Her daughter, her precious daughter whom she had poured all her hopes and dreams into, had become a mad, crippled, repulsive wreck. How had the beautiful girl she raised turned into this?
Grace had worked tirelessly to secure her position as Cole’s wife, investing all her energy and hopes into her daughter. She had provided Wendy with the best of everything, from her upbringing to her education, all under the auspices of the prestigious Alonso family. But all her efforts seemed to have been in vain. Beneath the polished exterior lay a monster that was simply too ugly to bear.
Why? Why had this happened? How was she supposed to accept this?
Grace had spent the past few weeks living in fear of Wendy's volatile moods. Now, she couldn't even bear to approach her.
Cole stood nearby, his face ashen. His gaze was fixed on Wendy, who was still writhing and shouting on the floor. His eyes were vacant, almost as if he hadn't quite come to terms with the reality of the situation.
In his eyes, the defeat of the Alonso family was an absurdity, a thing that could never happen. But his gaze remained fixed on Wendy, who continued to struggle on the ground, writhing in agony. There was no emotion in his eyes, and it was impossible to discern what he was thinking. Gradually, his eyes began to widen, and a ferocious anger slowly erupted from them. It was all because of his daughter, all because of her, that the Alonso family had been pushed into the abyss step by step.
Chloe received the most attention that night, with many guests congratulating her on her new position and expressing their relief at the turn of events. Damon walked over to her, his expression grim. "Having fun?"
Chloe blinked, glancing at the few people left in the room, all of whom were watching Wendy in various states of shock. "Not bad," she replied nonchalantly.
"Hmph," Damon grunted, a sardonic chuckle that made Chloe shiver.
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