Her red lips were slightly curled. Her voice dripped with sarcasm.
"You can still pretend to be so calm, even though I have ridden on your head and bullied you."
I clenched my fists, my nails digging into my palms.
Then Wendy suddenly acted like she remembered something and dramatically covered her mouth.
"Oh, right. Do you know why Jonathan didn't drive you to the hospital last month when your old man was on his deathbed?"
She waved her phone at me. The screen showed a picture of her and Jonathan, cuddled together on a trip abroad.
"It was because I had a beauty treatment appointment that day and Jonathan said my face was more important than that old man's life."
I slapped the phone out of her hand. She screamed and shoved me hard. I stumbled back into a bookshelf. A delicate antique vase crashed to the floor and shattered.
Right at that moment, the ground began to tremble violently.
"An … an earthquake!"
Wendy's face turned deathly pale. She turned to run but was blocked by a fallen bookcase.
Thick smoke started rising at the end of the hallway and a short circuit sparked a fire.