She didn''t stop her. Instead, she hauled the half-drowned Daisy out of the water and efficiently ripped the dress off her body.
Daisy screamed in terror, but Yvonne dragged her out of the room and threw her directly into the crowded living room below.
Queena was already there, sobbing as she told Teresa what had happened.
Thedies were still trying to figure out what was going on when Yvonne tossed the half-naked Daisy onto the floor in front of them.
Daisy was a mess-soaking wet, her hair a tangled mat, snot and tears streaming down her face. Yvonne had mercifully left her in her underwear, but she was still a picture of utter humiliation.
Mrs. Smith nearly fainted. She let out a piercing scream and rushed to embrace her daughter.
"What did you do to my daughter?" she shrieked at Yvonne.
"I only did to her what she was nning to do to me," Yvonne replied, her
expression a mask of pure innocence. She then held up a phone.
Daisy''s voice, clear and cruel, echoed from the speaker: ''Let''s do something big today. Let''s strip her naked and throw her out of the room so everyone can see what a pathetic slut she is...''
Mrs. Smith''s face went from white to red. "Daisy was just joking with you!" she sputtered defensively. "And you resorted to this level of violence!" She then turned to Teresa. "Mrs. Spencer, if you don''t give me a satisfactory exnation today, I will not let this go."
Teresa was also livid. If not for her injured foot, she probably would have lunged at Yvonne and pped her.
"You wretched thing! Apologize to Mrs. Smith and Daisy this instant! If they don''t forgive you, I will make you regret it."
Yvonne looked at Teresa''s furious face and could onlyugh internally. This was her biological mother, convicting her based on a one-sided story without even giving her a chance to exin.
Yvonne calmly took out another phone-Daisy''s phone.
She knew that after years of bullying the original Yvonne, Daisy''s phone would be a treasure trove of evidence.
She found the videos and yed them for everyone to see.
Unlike the timid and ashamed girl she reced, Yvonne had no fear of these things being exposed. To her, they weren''t sources of shame; they were weapons to bring the wicked to justice.
"So, it''s a ''joke'' when they bully me, but it''s ''violence'' when I defend myself? Did you write thews of this country, Mrs. Smith?"
"You... that..." Mrs. Smith was left speechless, her face a grotesque shade of purple.
"Daisy is an adult now, isn''t she? I''d advise you to find her a goodwyer, Mrs. Smith. Maybe you can get her sentence reduced."
Seeing she had lost, Mrs. Smith knew she couldn''t win this fight. She gathered Daisy and stormed out, but not before issuing a threat to Teresa and Yvonne.
"The Smith family is not to be trifled with. I won''t let you get away with this."
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A few momentster, Rachel and Edith were helped downstairs by a maid. They weren''t as disheveled Daisy but they were far from unscathed. They rushed to their mothers and began their own tearful recounting of events.
After they had finished, Queena chose her moment to speak. "Yvonne wasn''t like
this before,” she said, her voice trembling. “I don''t know what''s happened to hertely. She''s be so... violent."
Queena wasn''t stupid. The change in Yvonne was so drastic that she was clearly bing suspicious.
"She''s right!" Rachel eximed, a
look of dawning realization on her
face. "That bitch... we used to be able to p her until her face swelled up like a pig''s and she
pke Wouldn''t even I''t even make a sound How is she so strong all of a sudden? It''s
like she''s possessed by a ghost!"
The atmosphere in the living room grew tense. Mrs. Young, Mrs. Ward, and Teresa exchangedplex, uneasy looks.
“Rachel, don''t talk such nonsense. You''re too old to believe in such things," Mrs. Young said, scolding her daughter.
"But maybe Rachel has a point,"
Queena said timidly, though her eyes
were darting around calctingly.
"How does Yvonne know how tas
fight? Ddoubt her foster parents would have paid for martial arts lessons."