Claire Sinclair unflinchingly stared back and said with a smile, "Mrs. Quincy, I know you despise me because your precious daughter was sentenced to ten years in prison on my account. I don't expect your approval. But I'd like to ask the four elders: Yara Quincy beat the unborn twins in my womb to death. Doesn't she deserve to be locked up?"
Mrs. Quincy was taken aback and asked urgently, "What twins are you talking about?"
Claire Sinclair narrowed her eyes, a layer of fury clouding their depths. "The time your precious daughter caused me to miscarry, I was pregnant with twins. Two lives. Do you really think ten years is too harsh?"
Mrs. Quincy faltered, momentarily speechless.
