YVONNE —
"What do you want from me, Sophia?" I stuttered, drawing my kids closely toward me.
She first laughed sarcastically and sighed, glaring at me directly in the eyes. "So you're not yet afraid of me, Yvonne? After the life lessons I taught you six years ago, which might even be the reason you ran to the man who got you pregnant with these bastards," she remarked and laughed again.
"Sophia, watch your mouth. My kids are not bastards, and their father is a renowned man, just so you should know," I rebuked her.
She didn't respond but laughed again. "I see. A very interesting story," she finally replied, approaching me closely.
"Sophia, what do you want from me?" I repeated, retreating backwards with my kids. If there is something I was not afraid of, it was engaging in a fight with
