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    Her gaze was so cold it sent a chill straight through them. Neither Katie nor Ynda dared utter another word. Just the intensity of Christina’s look was enough to strip them of their arrogance.


    “Thest time, Katie saw it with her own eyes that Miss Scott was indeed blind and crippled. Christina, you can’t ignore that fact while siding blindly with Miss Scott,” Ynda argued, her voice wavering. “You’re just being unreasonable.”


    “Very well.” Christina’s voice was cold as she fixed her icy stare on Ynda and Katie. “Let me show you what being unreasonable really means.”


    Without another word, Christina delivered a sharp p to both Ynda and Katie.


    Katie’s face burned with fury. She opened her mouth to curse, but before she could utter another word, Christina’s hand came down again. Another sharp smack echoed through the room.


    Ynda flinched and cried out, “Christina—”


    Smack! Ynda, too, was cut off with a p.


    Each time Ynda and Katie tried to speak, Christina silenced them with a fresh p.


    Soon enough, their faces were burning and puffy, tears pricking in their eyes. Neither dared to look up at Christina, terrified of provoking more punishment. Any attempt to talk back, or even shoot Christina a resentful look, would earn them another swift p. Desperate to avoid further pain, both kept their mouths shut, frozen in ce.


    When Christina’s hand twitched upward, both Ynda and Katie instinctively shielded their faces and recoiled.


    Their fear amused Christina, and a satisfied smile flickered across her lips. She slowly waved her hand in front of their wary faces. “See? Now you know what unreasonable really looks like.”


    Christina’s smirk was dazzling, intensifying the humiliation felt by Katie and Ynda. Yet, neither dared to fight back or even utter a word. Every attempt at resistance—whether physical or verbal—earned them another p. Bitterness simmered within them as they wondered when Christina had turned so fierce. For three years in the Dawson family, she’d been the tolerant pushover—asionally stubborn, but never violent.


    “What are you still hanging around for? Scram!” Christina’s icy stare pinned Ynda and Katie in ce. “If I weren’t tired from hitting you, I’d keep going.” With that, she raised her hand again, as if ready to strike once more.


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    “Okay! We’re leaving right now!” Ynda and Katie blurted, scrambling to make their escape.


    But Christina’s sharp voice halted them mid-step. “Hold it!”


    They froze, torn between bolting for the door or risking another round of ps. The threat of more pain kept them rooted to the spot, their legs shaky and eyes watering in dread. They silently vowed to take revenge on Christina the moment an opportunity arose. If they ever found the chance, they’d make sure Christina paid dearly.


    “Take your stuff with you. I don’t want your junk left behind,” Christina said coolly.


    Relief washed over the battered pair as they realized she wouldn’t hit them again. They hurried to gather their scattered belongings from the floor. Clutching their things, they dashed out as if fleeing from a wild animal, leaving behind only the memory of their humiliation.


    Eloise stared in awe,pletely stunned by what she’d just witnessed. Christina looked like she had walked out of an action movie—cool, calm, and sharp. Those ps alone had been enough to leave the room breathless. The way she delivered them? Fierce. wless. Unapologetically powerful.


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