Brought to Their Knees

The daughter had a defiant expression and angry, burning eyes. "Whatever? You are deserving of it!" "So what? You deserve it!"

"Lyra!" The mother grabbed her arm and whispered something in her ear.

With red eyes, Lyra said to Rosalind unwillingly, "I'm sorry."

Rosalind pretended to pick her ear. "I can't hear you."

Lyra said it again in a louder voice.

Rosalind sneered, "It's not enough. There is