Chapter 8:

Emma froze, her eyes trailing across the room until it landed back at Old Mistress Martha.

Her eyes trickled slightly. "What do you mean?"

Pure anger seem to swell up in Martha's face, as her hand made to hit Emma, "I said, what's your damn relationship with a Hart? are you out of your mind?"

Emma shivered as she took a step back, her heart pumping with anger. She didn't get it, why would Old Mistress Martha try so bad to control her life? it was sickening to the ears, it made her whole body shake violently.

"You can't control my life, grandmother." Her voice laced with anger.

Old Mistress Martha breathed heavily, her face squishing in rage, she pointed her hand at her, "Don't you disrespect me, I am your grandmother." She yelled furiously.

"I don't care!" Emma fought back her anger, suppressing her self. "What I do with a Hart is none of your business."

Old Mistress Martha stood up from the chair walking towards her, Emma took a step back.

She flaunted the cane in her direction. "You