Chapter 1234:
“Sweetheart, let me…”
Davina slapped Nelly across the face, cutting her off mid-sentence.
Nelly’s face went blank with shock. A bright red slap mark bloomed across her cheek. A burning pain spread from her cheek deep into the bone, making even her jaw throb.
“Who the hell do you think you are, calling me sweetheart? I only had one mother, and she’s dead! What are you? How dare you try to replace her! You think you’re worthy of that?”
Davina looked at her with pure contempt and disgust written all over her face.
It took everyone a moment to snap out of their shock.
“Davina! What the hell are you doing? Even if she’s just your stepmother, she’s still your lawful mother!” Terence glared at her, his face red with anger.
Insulting Nelly was like spitting directly in his face.
He was her father, and this kind of disrespect was completely unacceptable.
“It’s okay, honey. She resents me. It’s only natural she’d hit me. If it makes her feel better, she can slap me as many times as she needs to,” Nelly said in a wounded, pitiful voice.
Inside, she was seething with hatred, but she put on this generous act, all while hoping Davina would marry in her own daughter’s place.
The very next moment, Davina’s hand shot out and seized Nelly by the collar.
Before Nelly could even gasp or cry out in shock, sharp slaps echoed through the air.
“Smack! Smack! Smack!”
Davina’s palm struck again and again, each blow landing harder than the last, leaving Nelly dazed and reeling in shock. The world spun as stars burst before Nelly’s eyes, her mind thrown into complete disarray.
𝖁𝖊𝖗𝖘𝖎𝖔𝖓 𝖆𝖚𝖙𝖍𝖊𝖓𝖙𝖎𝖈 𝖍𝖊𝖗𝖊: gⱥ𝗅ⲛ𝗈ν𝖊𝗅𝘀⸳𝖈𝗼𝗺
“Smack! Smack! Smack!”
Davina struck several more times, her palm stinging and raw, but the ache in her hand did nothing to dull the storm of hatred raging inside her.
This was only the beginning—she intended to destroy their family completely and leave them with nothing.
Terence finally snapped out of his daze. Seeing his wife’s swollen face and the blood trickling from the corner of her mouth, he panicked and rushed forward, shoving Davina back.
“Enough!” he roared, forcing himself to restrain the urge to strike Davina.
Straightening, he put on the air of the family patriarch and barked, “Apologize to your mother this instant!”
“She doesn’t deserve to be called my mother, not even a stepmother,” Davina said icily, lifting her chin in defiance.
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