Chapter 93: The Face-off

Aurora stormed into her bedroom furious and immediately went straight to her nightstand to pick up her phone and her purse.

Feeling the weight of the aura she came into the room with, Abigail who was lying with her back on the bed, quickly sat up.

"Aura, what's wrong? What happened downstairs?" She asked with concern laced in her tone.

"Stella just fixed my Dad's funeral for Friday without consulting anyone, not even my Aunt," Aurora revealed as the feeling of heaviness washed over her.

Her father was just murdered last night and her stepmother was already exercising rights she didn't deserve and taking decisions that weren't beneficial without asking for anybody's opinion.

"Are you kidding me?" Abigail jumped off the bed, her brows furrowing. "Wait a minute, who allowed her to decide on that alone?"

Aurora shrugged as her eyes turned teary. "Apparently, she's my Dad's wife. Which other right does she need to decide what she wants?"