Chapter 591 A Full-Blown Catfight

Silver buttons fell on the ground, one by one. Lorraine widened her eyes as she stared at Charlotte’s fair skin, which resembled fresh snow, now covered in green and black scars, like a perfect piece of porcelain, spoiled by cracks. “Do these remind you of anything?” Charlotte trembled all over, her gaze ice-cold. “That’s right. These are the scars you’ve caused after you sent those men to push me off the cliff. You were so set on killing me that day that I never thought that I’d be lucky enough to survive myself!” Lorraine opened her petal-shaped lips but was so consumed by her guilty conscience that she could not answer. Charlotte stared at her icily. Time seemed to rewind back to the day she fell off the cliff. “When they threw me off that cliff, I was scratched by tree branches and poisonous thorns so many times that no part of the skin on my body was spared. Excruciating pain enveloped me from top to toe, trapping me in an endless cycle of pain as if I were being consumed