Dahlia tried to lunge at Zoey, but Jordan quickly grabbed her arm.
He had noticed the man in the wheelchair behind Zoey, who was glaring at them with a cold, dark expression.
But Dahlia shook off Jordan’s grip and rushed towards Zoey, raising her hand to strike.
Just as her slap was about to land, Zoey tightened her grip on the woman’s wrist, her voice icy as she said, “Mrs. Harmon, do you want to end up in jail?”
Dahlia glared at her with hatred in her eyes, “Zoey, I’m your mother!”
Yes, hatred.
Her eyes burned with fury, wishing she could tear Zoey apart.
Zoey remained unshaken, her tone indifferent. “I’ve never felt like you were my mother, not once in my life. I’ll ask you again—where have you hidden Grandpa?”
Dahlia jerked her hand away. “I don’……
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