"You... Sheila Fletcher, how dare you..." Bruce Wallace's originally defeated and aghast expression suddenly turned fierce.
If not for the small window between them, he would have already slapped this slut Sheila Fletcher across the face.
"How dare you insult Winona!" Bruce Wallace's eyes widened in anger as he stared at Sheila Fletcher through the window, "Now you're pretending to be a kind mother. Back then, to climb into my bed and to give me a son, what did you do to Leslie Howard?
Your daughter has no right to be compared to Winona. She's nothing but a manipulative climber. Winona was right, you and your daughter are both treacherous, lowly sluts, and the scum of society."
Bruce Wallace now increasingly regretted why he hadn't listened to Winona Wallace back then and seen through the true nature of Sheila Fletcher and her daughter.
Indeed, like mother, like daughter. The older one seduced him, and the younger one climbed into David Redington's bed.
