When Angela got home, she went straight to the bathroom for a shower. But every time she closed her eyes, she saw Dexter's reddened eyes.
He was truly furious today.
Angela felt a wave of irritation, but what worried her more was the thought of Dexter causing trouble for Finn.
After all, Dexter never cared about reason. He only acted based on his mood.
"Mrs. Bamford, Madam Fiona is here." Donna's nervous voice came from outside the bathroom.
Angela frowned. She hurriedly finished cleaning up, slipped into some loungewear, and rushed downstairs.
Fiona was already there, her elegant face as cold as ice. Before Angela could say a word, Fiona slapped her hard across the face.
The sound rang out loud and clear. Angela's head snapped to the side, and a sharp, stinging pain spread across her cheek.
"Angela, have I been too lenient with you? How dare you flirt with another man in broad daylight and humiliate Dexter in front of everyone?" Fiona's voice was frosty.
Angela clenched her t
