Chapter 216: Voodoo Cult Scum!

Priscilla Hayde's shock was hardly unreasonable. When she had left that morning, Jamie Hayde had still been sprawled in bed, barely clinging to life. And yet by afternoon, they were telling her he was fine? What kind of sick joke was that? "Looks like you don't believe it?" Naomi Wokey drawled, amusement flickering across her face. "Or what, you don't want your father to get better?" "Talk is cheap. I'll believe it when I see it," Priscilla said flatly. "Whether it's true or not, one look will...