“I’m okay,”
comforted Nellie softly.
“The butler just made me ice cubes, and it doesn’t hurt anymore.”
Her daughter’s sensible attitude made Bethan’s heart hurt like it was stabbed sharply. She lifted her head, hands clenched into fists as she raised her eyes to stare at Cynthal in front of her.
“I hit her.”
Cynthal crossed her arms at her chest indifferently.
“Want to take revenge for this little brat?”
“Who are you calling a brat?”
Bethan gritted her teeth. She put down Nellie, stood up, and approached Cynthal, step by step.
“She’s just a child. How could you hit her?! An adult bullying a five-year-old child like this, don’t you have a conscience?”
Cynthal scoffed, looking at Bethan coldly.
“I can’t hit her just because she’s young? The little imp deserved it for running around calling random men as her father.”
The moment she finished speaking, Bethan stepped forward and threw a slap across her cheeks.
Smack! A crisp crack echoed in the living room as Cynthal fell to the sofa from the impact.
Her head rang as she struggled to get up for quite a while.
Bethan bit her lip and stared at Cynthal coldly.
Before, she loved Cynthal the most.
Cynthal was her younger sister, so she gave her everything she could. Even after she was married, when Cynthal could not find a good job, she recommended her to work at Brettley’s company. As a result, Cynthal became Brettley’s personal secretary and conspired with him to push her into the abyss. At this moment, Cynthal dared hit her Nellie, and a slap on the face could not resolve her hatred!
“You dare hit me?!”
Cynthal got up from the sofa and rushed toward Bethan angrily.
“Do you know that I’m Brettley’s fiancé, the future lady of this family? Do you want to continue working in this house in the
future!? Come, throw her out!”
The servants watched from a distance, but no one dared approach them. Cynthal cursed them inwardly and called them trash before she rushed up to fight Bethan.
“Don’t fight…”
Nellie’s whimper rang behind her. The little girl got up from the sofa and tried to stop her, but because she was too anxious, she fell onto the carpet.
“Nellie!”
The sound of her daughter falling behind made Bethan panic. When she instinctively turned her head to check out the situation, Cynthal grabbed her hand and— Smack! With a slap, Bethan’s ears rang with the impact, and the sweet pungent taste of blood filled her mouth. Cynthal raised her hand as she landed another slap, but since she had never lifted a finger in her life to work, her reflexes were not as fast as Bethan, and she was definitely not as strong as Bethan. Bethan disregarded her status as a guest and pressed Cynthal to the ground. She licked the blood that oozed from the corner of her mouth.
“Still want more?”
Bethan raised her hand and swung it in the direction of Cynthal’s face when all of a sudden, someone grabbed her wrist in place. Brettley. His expression was ice-cold.
“What are you doing?”
“Brettley, your servant dared to hit me!”
Taking advantage of Bethan’s indisposed position, Cynthal hurriedly climbed up and kicked Bethan with all her strength.
“How dare you touch me! Who do you think you are?!”
The sharp tip of Cynthal’s shoe dug into Bethan’s back, making her scrunch her eyebrows in pain.
“Auntie!”
Nellie crawled up and ran to her worriedly, shaking off Brettley’s hand.
“Auntie, are you ok?”
Brettley turned his head, wanting to say something, but immediately caught sight of Nellie’s face. There was a clear adult palm print imprinted on her child-like cheeks. He pulled Nellie into his arms as a cold and unapproachable aura was emitted from his being.
“Who hit you?”
“She hit her.”
Cynthal pouted slightly and continued,
“The moment she entered the room, she accused Nellie of offending me before she slapped her. I couldn’t stop her in time.”
She even faked a distressed expression as she knelt and reached out to touch Nellie’s face.
“It must’ve hurt so much, huh?”
Nellie glared at her, eyes full of hostility, as she slapped her hand away and wriggled out of Brettley’s lap. She ran toward Bethan and interlaced her fingers with hers.
“You…are you okay?”
Bethan straightened her back, though the pain from the kick still lingered.
“I’m fine.”
Cynthal poured all her strength into the kick, and Bethan still carried an old wound from the accident six years ago. The kick almost rendered her unable to stand. Nellie knew this all too well. She tugged at Bethan’s finger anxiously and settled her down on a corner of the sofa.
“Does it hurt?”
The little girl’s concerned voice and attitude made Brettley raise his brow slightly.
“Cynthal, you said she hit Nellie?”
Cynthal’s hands curled fists beside her. She did not expect the little brat would be so nice to a mere servant.
“I find it strange, too. Why is Nellie so nice to her even though she hit her?”
Cynthal pursed her lips.
“Maybe Nellie thinks that as long as she’s nice to the maid and doesn’t expose her for hitting her, she can then blame me and make you mad at me.”
With that, she forced a few drops of tears out of the corners of her eyes.
“Anyway, the three of us were the only ones present. The servant won’t admit it, and Nellie won’t admit it, too. No matter how hard I try, no one will believe me.”
The woman’s words made Nellie widen her eyes in shock.
“You did hit me!”
Nellie had enjoyed a good life overseas, well-protected by her family, and this was the first time meeting an adult who was such a good liar!
“Whatever you say, I’m not going to argue with a little girl.”
Bethan squinted her eyes as she glared at Cynthal; that woman was calmer than she expected. It was apparent that Cynthal was the one who hit Nellie, yet she acted like the forgiving victim, turning truth into fiction!
“Nellie, I’m sorry,”
Cynthal sniffed, sounding so sad and pitiful.
“I didn’t hit you, but since you want me to bow to you, I will.”
Nellie’s big, dewy eyes widened in shock.
“But you did hit me!”
“Let’s do this.”
Cynthal raised her hand and slapped herself lightly.
“Since you said I hit you, I’ll hit myself, too. Let’s call it even.”
New Book: Back Home to Marry Off Myself
Loredana’s father left the family for his mistress, leaving them to fend for themselves abroad. When life was at its toughest, her father showed up with “good news” after 8 years of absence: To marry off Loredana to a paralyzed son of the wealthy Mendelsohn family.
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