She glanced coldly around. Finally, her gaze settled on the family portrait in the center of the studio. Seeing my familiar face, Sheryl could no longer control her anger. She quickly stepped forward and ripped it off with all her might.
With just a few swipes, the portrait was ripped to shreds.
"How could you have the audacity of hanging a family portrait? I told you, there's no place for you in the Bridgerton Family and I don't want to have a sister like you! In this life, I have one and only one brother, Shawn Bridgerton!"
This long-lost name made me dazed for a moment.
Sheryl, still unsatisfied, angrily yelled at me to get out and fight again. The silent studio received no response. She pulled out a lighter and waved the flame threateningly.
"Sharon, you coward, you dare not take responsibility for your actions. What's the point of hiding? I tell you, I won't stop until I kill you. If you don't come out, I'll burn all the broken paintings in your room!"
As soon as the words left her mouth, a videotape fell out of the secret compartment behind the family portrait.