She Accepted Divorce, He Panicked

The phone call changes Scar back to the vengeful fallen angle. For now.

"I'll go after Johnny Vanderbilt for what he did on his part, thanks but that's none of your business..." Scar curves her lips, her devil like grin has no warmth, sending chills down the spine of her enemies, "I hope your family really have no trouble with your lousy explanation on cheating, Mrs. Fuller. But for now, I want my mom's necklace." Anna shakes her head slowly with mercy in her eyes, as if Scar is just a misbehaving child who doesn't know better.

"What happened to you, Scarlett?" Anna insists on calling Scar the name she gave her, ignoring Scar's words, "Are you seeing anyone for these episodes? It's not a light thing. If you need help-"

"Not from you!" Scar spats with cold anger, "Stop with the hypocritical act of yours! You just don't know when to stop even after your true color is exposed, do you? I was wondering where Ava got that from." "How dare you talk to my mom like that!?" Ava shrills, blowing up at Scar's words.

"Scarlett, you have crossed the line," Jack Fuller warns as well in his low, august voice, "This is my house, and you don't get to come here and act out like this."

Scar spats back: "You want respect? Drop the gross lies and fucking earn it!"

"You-"

"Jack," Anna Fuller's gentle call silenced him effectively. He sends a worried look over, but she just shakes her head slowly, "Scar, we can't just give the necklace away. It's a very valuable item and-" "The necklace is MINE!" Scar hisses angrily, her teeth all clenched together.

"The necklace belongs to the Vanderbilt," Anna Fuller says calmly, her tone is still that motherly one, but her vicious meaning finally sprouts: "you will have it when you claim that name but...before that, we have a responsibility to guard it until a Vanderbilt comes for it."

If Alice didn't lift the spell that name put on Scar just now, Anna's words would certainly trigger another episode out of Scar. Horrified, Scar realizes that that's exactly what Anna is trying to do.

To think that she lived with this poisonous snake her whole life without knowing and actually thought she care about her, as little as that care was!

Her dad betrayed her mom, and her own brother didn't want her to split his big heritage. There is no way she would go back to them, but then it gives the Fullers an excuse to keep the necklace.

For what?! Even knowing that these people do only evil, Scar couldn't begin to comprehend. The necklace IS valuable, but they can't even sell or wear it. Are they denying it just to make her suffer? "Did your lover told you to do this?!" Scar demands Anna angrily.Belongs to NôvelDrama.Org - All rights reserved.

Damian wanted to apologize five years ago, for some reason. And Johnny Vanderbilt came to visit once when she was in the facility She rejected them both times. She wants nothing to do with another family who share the dark hearts the Fullers have.

"He is...not mine..." Anna sighs.

Sebastian cocks his eyebrow, seeing that Scar didn't catch it.

There is a slight shred of pity in Anna's weird form of sentence. He is not hers? That doesn't sound like self defense, more like sighing at a life regret that she'd rather not have.

Sebastian looks over at Jack Fuller, whose look is dark like the chimney. But instead of saying anything about his wife's comment, he just nods at his daughter.

"You are nothing without that last name," Ava gets her father's hint and turns on Scar, "Now get out of our house!"

Scar snorts coldly, shaking her head

as she waves her phone: "What you said today are all on records, and hope you wouldn't claim that the necklace was stolen when a

Vanderbilt came knocking on your

door."

"Get out!" Ava points at the door with shaking fingers, pushing Gabriel on the arm, but her minion is not functioning well either today.

Gabriel just stands there, his unfocused eyes darting between his parents and his sister.

Looking at Gabriel's lost face, Scar lets out a cold laugh as she leaves: "Don't say I didn't warn you about holding on to the evidence of a car accident you carry on your shoulder. Good day to you, Mrs. Fuller for the few remaining ones of those."