บท 48: 48. Fueling the flames

Away from the mansion, Bernice was seated with a bowl filled with Springles and the oak carelessly lying beside her. One hand held her phone while the other held a chip, feeding it into her mouth. Her eyes zeroed in on her phone's screen.

Reading through the comments and especially those that she knew came from people closely connected with the Crawfords or just Adam and his mistress. Her lips curled into a twisted smirk while her eyes glimmered with something mischievous.

"How sad they all are," he mused to herself before leaving the post she made ready to drop another. This time, without the filters or blurred images.

"Let's see what you have to say about this one now," she smirked.