"So you mean you're not going to change your kids' last names?" asked Mrs Collins coldly.
Sarah, who was peeling the skin of the second apple's piece, raised her head to look at Mrs. Collins when she heard what the old woman had just said.
"It's not like that," Sarah answered politely and still had a smile on her face. "Like I said, I'll be waiting for Michael..."
"Forget it," said Mrs Collins, waving her hands.
"I thought we could talk, but you seem so stubborn." Mrs Collins then sighed. "There seems to be no other way." she continued slowly but Sarah could still hear it..
Sarah blinked when she heard that.
"Why do you look confused?" asked Mrs Collins when Sarah just wore a confused expression but said nothing.
"What I mean, I'm going to take custody of my grandsons from you and change it myself!" said Mrs Collins, trying to threaten Sarah.
She knew it wouldn't work because her husband would forbid it, but she would try to threaten her to do what she said.
"Well… that's a shame, but you can't do that, Mrs Collins," Sarah said with a smile, unprovoked by the old woman's words.
She had asked Arthur about it, whether Michael's parents could take custody of her kids. However, according to Arthur, it would be difficult to do because she and Michael were still alive, and they were both still capable of being the guardian.
Mrs Collins gritted her teeth when she heard that. An annoyed expression was evident on her face.
"Why are you so stubborn?!" cried Mrs Collins in annoyance. "Is it that hard to change my grandsons' name?!" he continued accusingly.
"I told you…"
"Are you that happy that they used your unknown origin name?!" Mrs. Collins cut in. Right now she didn't want to hear any excuses from that woman!
"What if my grandsons become like you by using your name?! What a stupid woman! You want my grandsons to be stupid and rude like you?!" Mrs. Collins accused in annoyance.
"They're fine at the moment, but what will happen in the future if they continue to use your name? They can turn out to be naughty and disrespectful kids like you? Or..."
"Stop..."
"Or they could…"
"I said STOP!" cried Sarah now louder than Mrs Collins for the old woman to hear.
Mrs Collins was a little taken aback when she heard this, before her eyes widened when she realized what had just happened.
"Did you just yell at me?!" she asked as she placed one hand in front of her chest. The expression on her face was disbelieving.
How dare that woman yell at her! See? She is really rude!
"Mrs Collins," Sarah called softly. "You know, a soldier's weapon is a gun, and a knight's weapon is a sword," Sarah continued in a cold voice.
"Then what do you think a chef would use as a weapon?" she asked, looking at the old woman.
Mrs Collins blinked her eyes. What happened? Why did that woman suddenly say something about weapons?
"Knives," Sarah replied when she saw the old woman was silent. "However, it is not only a chef who is good at using a knife, but a surgeon is also very proficient with it."
Mrs Collins snorted when she finally realized what was going on.
"So you mean, you are currently holding your weapon?" asked Mrs Collins sarcastically. "Do you think that would frighten me?" she continued as she looked at the small fruit knife Sarah was holding.
"Maybe it won't be scary, you can see for yourself it's so small, but..." Sarah deliberately hung up on her words. "I'm a doctor, a surgeon, I know which part is safe to cut, and also which part is dangerous and can kill you immediately," Sarah continued with a smile and then raised her knife and cut an apple slice on a plate into two halves.
"See? It cuts well," Sarah said, lifting up her head then looked at Mrs. Collins with a smile.
Mrs. Collins swallowed her saliva when she heard that. One hand subconsciously grabbed her neck.
"You… you wouldn't dare to do that!" said Mrs Collins in a voice that sounded unconsciously stuttering with fear.
"Why not?" Sarah asked back. "I can stand it when you just insult me, but you insult my kids, Mrs Collins." Sarah's tone sounded angry when she said that.
She could endure every insult the old woman said to her, but she would never allow the old woman to insult her kids in front of her! They were her most precious treasure, and she would never allow anyone to insult them!
"You crossed your line." Sarah then pointed her knife in front of Mrs. Collins.
Mrs. Collins swallowed again. She was just trying to scare Sarah into doing what she asked for.
Ah!
Suddenly something kicked Mrs Collins' mind. Was that woman also currently trying to scare her?
Mrs. Collins then took her teacup and took a sip. Even though she knew Sarah was trying to scare her, what she said made sense. She must know how to use that fruit knife!
"Well, I know you're just trying to scare me," said Mrs Collins trying to be calm and then put the cup back down.
"Really?" asked Sarah with a smile and stood up immediately.
Mrs Collins' eyes widened when she saw the woman suddenly standing up. Unknowingly, she stood up and backed away.
"You are really crazy! Stop this right now!" shouted Mrs Collins. "You seriously want to hurt me?! You can't get away with it! I'll make sure of that!" she shouted again who kept backing away to get away from Sarah.
"Well... like I said, I can do it in one cut," Sarah said again showing her weapon. "Besides I'm sure no one will know right now you came to visit me. So I can have time to clean it up."
Mrs. Collins, who had been trying to look fine all along, immediately turned pale when she heard the woman's words. As she had guessed, no one knew that she was currently visiting Sarah.
Then… would Sarah kill her here? She knew that she had wronged her many times, but did she have to kill her?
'Did I overdo it?' Sarah thought when she noticed the change in Mrs Collins' face which now looked frightened and pale.
She had been really angry when Mrs Collins had insulted her kids, and had thought of scaring her a little, but it seemed she had gotten too carried away and overdone it.
"You… You're crazy! Don't come any closer! You psychopath!" shouted Mrs Collins then immediately turned towards the exit.
Sarah, who was thinking about what to do, joined in seeing what Mrs Collins was looking at. She then quickly ran towards the door. She had already done this, so it was better that she finish it.
Mrs Collins' face, which looked relieved when her hand touched the doorknob, immediately turned into horror when a hand suddenly grabbed her and she could feel something on her neck.
"Sa... Sarah..." Mrs Collins stuttered. "We... we can talk about this..." she continued, swallowing her saliva.
"If you want to live, there are three conditions," Sarah said coldly. She knew what she was doing was too much, but it seemed she could take advantage of the situation.
"First. Don't tell anyone about this."
Mrs Collins nodded when she heard that.
"Second. Never insult my kids again!"
Once again the old woman nodded. She would never do that again!
"Third. I will take care of my kids! So don't tell me what to do!"
"Do you understand, Mrs Collins?" asked Sarah when she had finished mentioning her conditions.
Mrs Collins immediately nodded her head when she heard that.
"All right!" said Sarah cheerfully then immediately let go of Mrs. Collins, and walked back to the couch.
Mrs. Collins breathed a sigh of relief when she heard that. Her hands subconsciously grabbed her neck, to check if there was any blood coming out of it.
"Oh right, I'm done peeling the apple. Would you like it?" asked Sarah when Mrs Collins had opened the door.
"No! I'm getting out of here!" said Mrs. Collins coldly and then hurried out of there.
Sarah looked at the apple she had just cut and picked it up and ate it. It tastes sweet.
"Did I overdo it?" Sarah muttered under her breath, trying to think about what had just happened. Her face looked a little worried. What if Mrs Collins told someone else what happened today? Or worst of all, reported it to the police?
"But I was really cool," said Sarah suddenly, praising the acting she had just done before her facial expression immediately changed.
What she had just done was a scene she saw while watching Batman with her kids.
"Looks like I have to find another show for them!"
Meanwhile…
Mrs Collins, who had just stepped out of the lift, quickly left the apartment. Every now and then she glanced behind her to see if Sarah had followed her to the hospital.
As soon as she saw no one was following her and saw that there was a park bench nearby. Mrs Collins sat there immediately because her legs gave up.
"She really is a psychopath!" Mrs. Collins murmured, her chest still pounding, thinking about what had happened.
"I'd better not deal with her and make a fuss about her," she continued, having made up her mind.
Since that day, Mrs Collins has never again bothered Sarah or insulted her, because she doesn't want to lose her life.
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