"? When have I not shown my face? The day your dad ca back, I was the one taking care of him all by myself. How have I not been taking care of him? Don’t falsely accuse . Isn’t it true that I ca back to get so clothes for him to change into? I’m going, I’m going now." lody White’s eyes kept darting around as she spoke without a single truthful word.
May Morgan reached out and grabbed the shopping bags from lody’s hand, sneering as she tossed each piece of clothing onto the ground: "These are my dad’s clothes? He wears such flashy dresses? Are these the new styles for this year? Even giving them to you, Aunt lody, would seem too flamboyant. And you want my dad to wear them? Do you really think he’s gone crazy? Wearing a dress? And this? What’s this? Push-up underwear? Aunt lody, how old are you? Still want a push-up? Don’t tell you bought this for my dad too—are you trying to make laugh?"
May Morgan intentionally threw all the clothes lody White had just purchased from the mall onto the ground, then stomped on them angrily. Damn, lody is truly shaless. Her husband is just hospitalized and she’s out shopping for new clothes, and it’s not just that—buying clothes so young? Is she trying to keep a young gigolo at ho?
All the clothes that lody painstakingly picked out were ruined by May Morgan, who couldn’t help but flip out: "May, don’t push it too far. So what if I bought so clothes? Can’t I wear clothes? I never said these were for your dad, did I? I just said I was going to get so clothes for him to change into when I go back, what’s wrong?"
May sneered and deliberately kicked the clothes far away: "That’s what you said. I’ll have soone watch you later. If you dare not go to the hospital to accompany my dad, I’ll have you locked in a ntal institution, and you’ll never co out for the rest of your life."
"You dead girl, how dare you want to lock up? Who do you think you are?" lody White, furious with May’s words, couldn’t help but reach out to slap her.
But the bodyguards nearby were not pushovers. Seeing this, they swiftly stepped forward, firmly grabbing lody’s raised hand in mid-air: "Mrs. Morgan, please show so self-respect."
"Let go, or I’ll call the police!" lody, unable to win, resorted to threatening to call the cops.
May crossed her arms and sneered, deliberately standing aside to watch lody make a fool of herself: "Go ahead and call then? Before, with Mason Morgan backing you, you could still flaunt your power in front of for a while. Now, you don’t even have your husband anymore, what do you have to fight with ?"
"You, you shaless little brat, relying on Vincent Vance to back you up? If you hadn’t snatched my daughter’s fiancé, how would you get to be so arrogant here?" lody White unresignedly cursed through gritted teeth.
"So what if I’m arrogant?" May Morgan stepped up to lody, slapped her right across the face, hard enough that it imdiately swelled.
"So what if I stole your daughter’s husband? When you stole my mom’s husband, didn’t you do it without batting an eye? When you egged your husband on to hit , weren’t you just as arrogant? What, now knowing how it feels to be hit, doesn’t feel too good, huh?"
May looked wickedly at lody’s now swollen half-face and smirked: "Aunt lody, if I rember correctly, you’re really into maintaining yourself, right? Especially that face of yours, right? Look how ugly it is now! Why don’t I go ahead and take care of the other side to make it symtrical?"
"You wretched girl, you—!"
Before lody could finish her curse, May swung her hand again, giving her the other cheek a hard slap, harder than before. Naturally, it swelled higher than the other side, and not just higher, but also brightly red.
"Oh dear, seems like I hit too hard. Not symtrical again. What a ss. How will you go to see my dad at the far hospital later? If he sees you like this, won’t he just feel sorry for you?"
May clicked her tongue in fake sympathy, then deliberately slapped lody’s cheek again.
lody’s hands were controlled by May’s bodyguards, leaving her unable to resist, forced to take the beating. May continued slapping, left and right, until her own hand began to hurt, finally satisfied, she dusted off her hands and smiled at lody: "Aunt lody, this is all I’m capable of, don’t bla , huh? If you’re not satisfied, just go slap yourself in front of a mirror until both sides match, then co out."
lody’s face was nearly swollen like an eggplant, utterly ugly, and speaking beca difficult. She wanted to curse May but couldn’t even co up with a complete sentence.
"You...you little wretched girl, I won’t...let you get away with this!"
"Wait until your daughter finds herself a wealthy, powerful husband like mine, but it’s too bad, she’s already in her grave, and your dreams of her striking it rich might be dashed."
May withdrew her hand, sneering as she turned to walk toward her car. Satisfied, she saw the bodyguards let go of lody, quickly trailing after her.
After getting in the car, May turned to look at lody behind her, to see her holding her face while picking up the clothes she threw on the ground.
By chance, she glanced at the clothes lody bought, honestly, lody’s taste lately is getting worse. At such an age, still wearing such flashy clothes, and those ten-centiter high heels—her old limbs, not afraid of twisting her own foot?
Wait? Ten-centiter high heels?
May suddenly seed to realize sothing, quickly turned to the driver in front and yelled: "Turn around, follow lody’s car."
The two bodyguards thought May’s anger towards lody hadn’t subsided, reluctantly turned around, persuading her: "Young madam, let it go? You’ve hit and cursed that woman, should be vented enough? Besides, young master’s orders were to escort you back to Zenith Villa, if anything happens on the way, we can’t take responsibility."
May, seeing their disobedience, her face turned angry, deliberately tried to make things difficult for them: "Are you disobeying now? Do you believe I’ll call Vincent now and tell him you bullied ?"
The two exchanged a helpless glance, aware of May’s status in Vincent’s heart, dared not say more, obediently turned around, following behind lody’s car.
After tidying up, lody didn’t go anywhere else, directly drove ho. Supposedly, with her face this swollen, she should at least get it checked at a hospital right? At least drop by a nearby clinic or pharmacy, get so dicine. But she just went straight ho? Isn’t that suspicious?
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