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    “Sweetheart, let me…”


    Davina pped Nelly across the face, cutting her off mid-sentence.


    Nelly’s face went nk with shock. A bright red p 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 rece 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 yourwful mother!” Terence red 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 waspletely uneptable.


    “It’s okay, honey. She resents me. It’s only natural she’d hit me. If it makes her feel better, she can p 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 ce.


    The very next moment, Davina’s hand shot out and seized Nelly by the cor.


    Before Nelly could even gasp or cry out in shock, sharp ps echoed through the air.


    “Smack! Smack! Smack!”


    Davina’s palm struck again and again, each blownding harder than thest, leaving Nelly dazed and reeling in shock. The world spun as stars burst before Nelly’s eyes, her mind thrown intoplete disarray.


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    “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 familypletely 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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