?Chapter 162:


    The prospect of being pummeled by this unhinged woman loomed in ude’s mind, but before it could be reality, a squad of security guards stormed into the shop.


    “What’s going on here? Who’s causing this disturbance?”


    Immediately, those who had been terrorized by Christina wasted no time pointing fingers. “She’s the one! Over there!”


    Without hesitation, the security guards closed ranks around Christina, ready to bring order. ude and the others exhaled in collective relief, grateful that someone had finallye to put a stop to her rampage.


    Meanwhile, Chloe’s voice trembled with worry. “Christina… Christina, are you alright?”


    Despite her blindness, Chloe tried to push herself upright, but an unfamiliar hand gripped hers. “Christina?” She ran her fingers over the hand, and an uneasy jolt shot through her. She quickly jerked away. That touch didn’t belong to Christina—she knew it instantly! She asked warily, “Who are you?”


    “I work here. Security has Miss Jones surrounded,” Valerie blurted, urgency coloring her voice.


    Worry knotted in Chloe’s chest as she shouted at the guards, “Touch Christina and you’ll regret it—this won’t end well for you!”


    Katie gave a derisive snort, her words dripping with scorn. “What a joke. Blind and clueless, yet still pretending to be tough. Is talking all you’ve got?”


    Thea sneered. “Stuck in that wheelchair, can’t even see the world. Why bother dragging yourself through life?”


    Tears stung Valerie’s eyes as she faced them, anger ring. “Enough! She’s already been through so much—does kicking her when she’s down make you feel powerful? Where’s your humanity?”


    With a cold grin, Thea moved closer, giving Valerie’s cheek a mocking pat. “Family barely scraping by, and you still have time to meddle in someone else’s business? If you’re so eager, why not just die along with her? I might even spring for a joint funeral—if the mood strikes.”


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    Insulted by Katie’s harsh words, Valerie struggled to form a reply. She felt like a doormat, pushed around and crushed by those with power. In the past, she had tried to fight back when being mistreated, but the more she resisted, the worse the bullying became.


    And the bullies didn’t just go after her. They went after her family too. Her parents ran a small business—until the bullies drove it into the ground. To pay off the debts, her family sold everything they had. Just when they managed to breathe again, her parents fell ill.


    Tears welled up in Valerie’s eyes. Was it really worth it to stand up for those being bullied? Her parents had always taught her to be kind and do what was right, but doing good only seemed to bring her pain. For the first time, she began to question if her parents had been wrong.


    ring at Katie, Christina said with a smirk, “You might not live as long as we do, so worry about your own funeral first.”


    The words snapped Valerie back to reality. Her teary eyes locked onto Christina’s face. Christina looked so radiant, so bold. It was hard not to envy her.


    “You witch! Who are you cursing with those malicious words?” Katie snapped, angrier than Thea.


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