So, it turned out that brats just needed to be disciplined. Look how well-behaved he


    was now.


    On Monday, Yvonne returned to school. With only three of them in the dorm room and both Tina and Luna now afraid to provoke her, life was rtively peaceful.


    When the weekend came, she went back to the Spencer estate. The house was buzzing with activity. A manager from a luxury boutique had brought over a dozen couture gowns for Teresa and Queena to choose from for Mrs. Gonzalez''s birthday party.


    "Yvonne, you''re just in time! We''re picking out dresses for the party,” Queena said, taking Yvonne''s hand as if they were the closest of sisters.


    Yvonne yanked her hand away. "Queena, weren''t you supposed to be moving out? A week has gone by, and you''re still here."


    Queena''s eyes immediately filled with tears. Teresa rushed tofort her. "Yvonne, you and Queena are both my daughters. You will both stay here with me. No one is leaving."


    "So, she wasn''t serious about moving out after all," Yvonne sneered. “You really are a hypocrite, Queena."


    "That''s enough," Teresa interrupted. "It''s Mrs. Gonzalez''s party tonight. We can''t bete. Just pick a dress."


    The rack held more than a dozen exquisite gowns. Queena chose a shimmering gold mermaid dress, pairing it with a priceless diamond ne that made her look like royalty.


    Teresa selected a white, puffy-sleeved dress for Yvonne. It was conservative and modest, perfectly designed to hide the scars on Yvonne''s body and prevent her from embarrassing the family.


    Before the party, Matthew arrived to pick them up, bringing his sister, Verna Gonzalez, with him.


    "Queena, I''ve missed you so much!" Verna eximed, running over to link arms with her. Verna was three years younger than Queena and had always been her loyal sidekick eagerly joining in on bullying Yvonne.


    When the Gonzalez family had lost everything, Yvonne had saved her own meager earnings to buy Verna clothes and shoes. She had even risked her own life to save Verna from a group of thugs. But Verna remembered none of it, remaining as devoted to Queena as ever. The Gonzalez siblings were a matched pair of sycophants.


    “Queena, you look absolutely gorgeous tonight, like a true princess. My brother


    won''t be able to take his eyes off you," Verna whispered yfully.


    Queena nced at Matthew, and their eyes met. She blushed, but ber expression was smug. "Verna, stop teasing me. Yvonne is your brother fiancee. I''m sure he only has eyes for her."


    “Her? That country bumpkin? My brother isn''t blind," Verna scoffed.


    Just as she said it, Queena let out a sharp cry of pain.


    Verna turned to see Yvonne, who had been walking behind them, suddenly reach out and yank a fistful of hair from Queena''s head. Queena clutched her scalp, her face white with pain.


    "Yvonne, what are you doing?" Verna demanded angrily.


    Yvonne looked down at the lock of hair tangled in her fingers. Perfect, she thought. Now I have a sample for the DNA test.