This was clearly a threat.
Hazel Morgan was so angry she could almost feel her teeth grinding. Part of her wanted to let it all blow up, to show everyone what kind of woman Martin Riley's wife really was. But she didn't dare. Sylvia Byrne had made it clear with her words—if Hazel didn't care about her reputation, Sylvia would drag her down with her.
Hazel wanted to be with Martin, but she couldn't afford to tarnish her reputation.
"Oh, and one more thing, Hazel," Sylvia added. "I've recorded our conversation. So, if you don't want me to cause a scene and drag you down, you'd better tell me where Martin is. I need to take him home."
Sylvia wasn't officially divorced from Martin yet, and she had no mercy for anyone trying to interfere in their marriage.
Hazel's chest heaved with anger, and she couldn't stop herself from breathing heavily. She reluctantly gave Sylvia the room number of the lounge and, after hanging up, let out a scream to vent her frustration.
