?<strong>Chapter 812:</strong>


    ‘I need to attend to something quickly,’ Kallie informed her children on the video call, her tone apologetic.


    With that, Kallie disconnected and hurried to the source of the cries.


    Before she could see the child, a familiar, stern voice cut through the air.


    ‘Why are you crying? Tears won’t help you here. You don’t belong in a ce like this. Get out, you filthy scum! If you stay, I won’t hold back,’ R warned, her voice harsh and unsympathetic.


    Earlier, at the party, Kallie had held out a spark of hope that R would acknowledge her mistakes, but soon R resumed her abusive attitude.


    A slight frown appeared between Kallie’s brows, and a hint of resignation shone in her eyes.


    R was a basket case.


    Jete’s heart was pounding with fear as she noticed R approaching, nked by several intimidating men.


    Tears streaming down her face, she pleaded, ‘I can’t leave. My sister brought me here and I have to wait for her. If I disturb you, I will step aside and stay out of your way.’


    ‘No.’ R’s arms were crossed over her chest, a white bandage encircled her forehead, stained with faint traces of blood.


    The earlier public humiliation had fanned a raging storm inside R, and now she had found the perfect target for her anger.


    Jete wasn’t going anywhere.


    With a haughty gesture, R dered, ‘This is my house. You are an unwanted guest and a nuisance. It’s time you paid for that.’


    Trembling, Jete mustered the courage to ask, ‘What price?’


    A mischievous grin spread across R’s face as she pointed to theke behind Jete.


    ‘Take a dip in theke.’ Jete’s eyes widened, her disbelief palpable as she turned to R.


    The thought of watching Jete struggle in the water made Rugh, her amusement tinged with cruel satisfaction.


    ‘What’s the matter, too scared to swim? Well, if you don’t jump in, I guess I’ll have to push you a little.’


    At R’smand, a servant grabbed Jete by the wrist.


    Panic swept over Jete, and her voice trembled with fear as she pleaded, ‘I can’t swim! I really can’t swim! Whatever I did, I’m sorry. Please don’t be angry.’


    Jete, ever so submissive, tried to appease R, but to no avail.


    For R, the thrill was in torturing the timid, and she wasn’t about to give in.


    Impatiently, R blurted out, ‘What are you waiting for? Throw it now!’


    With those harsh words, another servant began to drag Jete into the murky waters of theke.


    Jete’s fear turned to terror, and her screams increased just as Kallie passed by.


    By the time Kallie reached them, Jete was already hanging over the water.


    Below Jete, theke glistened in shades of green and ck, visibly dirty and undoubtedly deep.


    For a child, a fall would be disastrous, much worse for someone as young as Jete.


    Overwhelmed with frustration, Kallie exploded.


    ‘Get the girl up at once, or I’ll call the police!’ her voice pierced the air like a siren.


    R turned around, irritation briefly crossing her face.


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