Chapter 18 - Face To Face With The Woman Who Played Grandmother
Eleanor stepped forward, her aristocratic composure completely shattered as she glared at Nora with unabashed hatred.
“You ruined everything, you ungrateful little nobody!” Eleanor shrieked, reaching into her designer handbag.
Before Eleanor could pull out a hidden derringer pistol, Miller lunged forward, tackling her hard against the frozen tarmac.
Mark turned to sprint up the aircraft boarding stairs, but Nora moved faster, tackling him into the snowbank below the wing.
“You took six years of my life!” Nora screamed, striking him across the face with the full force of her grief and rage.
“You told me she was dead while she was living two hours away in your sister’s cage!”
Mark coughed into the snow, bleeding from his lip, yet still wearing a pathetic, arrogant smirk.
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“You’ll never touch the family trust, Nora... the courts will tie this up for decades,” Mark wheezed out.
“I don’t give a damn about your money, Mark,” Nora replied, standing up and brushing the snow from her knees.
