She sat across from her in the living room.

She was visibly frustrated.

Anger seething beneath her skin.

The nice touch and beauty of the living room could not abate her anger.

It was a huge rage, bubbling insider her.

Obviously, given the recent situation, no other person could make her feel anger like that other than Roxanne.

Who has been a thorn in her flesh.

Hissing, she raised her voice and said.

“You know, mother, it is a bit frustrating that everyt single trap we have ...