Just as I was about to respond, the doorbell rang. Ethan hurried to the door. Curious, I turned to look and he was blocking the visitor from view. I knew immediately who it was.
Ethan hissed, "What are you doing here? Go back!"
The person was not intimidated at all. She pushed past Ethan and walked straight to me. She had high ponytails and big eyes, just like the girl in the photos.
The young girl was not polite at all. With her hands on her hips, she said, "I'm Beatrice Rothwood. I spoke with you on the phone yesterday. You remember me, right?"
Ethan quickly approached us, pointing at Beatrice’s nose and scolding, "What are you doing here? Beatrice, I tell you, I won’t be divorcing my wife, so stop trying to stir trouble!"
Beatrice was stunned, her momentum instantly deflated and she said softly, "Ethan, what are you talking about? Are you being threatened by this woman?"
She pointed at me as getting angry, "You old woman, clinging to men, look at what you've done to Ethan!”
Me? Forcing him?
What have I forced him to do?
The one being cornered by the mistress is me!