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Elsa sat slumped against the wall, unable to see the screen but hearing every sound from the video. Her fingers twisted tightly in her clothes, her body trembling like a leaf in a storm. She couldn’t even tell whether it was fear or hatred consuming her.
But one thought burned in her mind: Simon had told her the Bale family valued privacy. There had never been cameras inside the main house. So how could her actions have been caught on film?
Zoey and the others were too sharp not to notice the doubt flickering across her face. In truth, there *hadn’t* been cameras before. But after Mary’s birthday banquet, when Wen Ying had tried to ruin Lily and then attempted to pin the me back on her, they had decided precautions were necessary. With their foolish grandson still dragging Elsa into the house from time to time, they feared more schemes. And so, surveince had been installed.
None of them felt the need to exin that to Elsa.
“I didn’t… I-”
*Smack!*
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Mary’s palm cracked across her cheek before the words could finish.
“You didn’t? Elsa, you really won’t admit the truth until you’re staring at your own coffin, will you? The video showed it inly—you tried to hurt Lily. What face do you have to deny it? Simon may be hopelessly stupid, but even his eyes work sometimes. Who do you think will believe your lies?”
“I wasn’t trying to—I didn’t mean to—
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Mary’s lip curled in disgust. She pped her again, even harder. “Not on purpose? Don’t tell me Lily forced you to sneak up behind her and shove her! Even that idiot
Simon wouldn’t believe such garbage. Elsa, you are truly sickening!”
The sight of Elsa’s swollen, pitiful face only fueled Mary’s fury. Thinking of that moment on the video, when Lily and the child she carried had nearly been in mortal danger, she longed to rip that face apart entirely.
She advanced on her, striking her left and right, each p louder and more vicious than thest, Elsa’s face, already swollen like a steamed bun, grew redder and more grotesque.
Simon had been drifting in shock all night, ever since.
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learning of Lily’s pregnancy and then watching the damning video. His soul felt torn from his body, his thoughts scattered.
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It was Elsa’s broken, pain–filled cries that snapped him back.
“Mom, stop! You can’t do this to Lizzy, she’s still-”
*Smack!*
Mary’s hand whipped across his face this time. “Shut your mouth, Simon! I can’t believe I gave birth to such an idiot! Tomorrow we’re doing a paternity test. Whether you’re my son or not, hear me well–if you dare keep clinging to this slut, you can get out of my house! My son may be imperfect, may be foolish, but he will *never* be a man too blind to tell right from wrong!”
Simon’s eyes widened, disbelief crashing into him harder. than the sting on his cheek. “Mom… how could I not be your son?”
Her doubt cut deeper than any p. The despair only thickened when he saw her fisted hand still tangled in Elsa’s hair, striking her again and again. Despite everything Elsa had done, despite his own
disappointment, he couldn’t help pleading, “Mom, please stop! Lizzy’s already so sick–three, maybe four months
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left at most. If you keep hitting her like this, you’ll kill her!”
“Then let her die in front of me!” Mary snarled, unrelenting. She had no patience for Elsa’s false apologies, no interest in empty words of regret. She preferred her own justice–fists, delivered without
mercy.
Simon’s panic only grew. “Mom, killing has
consequences! If Lizzy dies in our house tonight, you’ll face thew. I don’t want to see you in prison, please— stop!”
James’s cold voice sliced in, t and merciless. “A few ps won’t kill her.”
Simon shot him a furious look. For a healthy woman, maybe not. But Elsa was in thete stages of stomach cancer. Even with careful care, her condition could worsen at any time. How could she possibly endure this kind of brutal beating?
Terrified she really would copse, he reached out, ready to seize Mary’s wrist.
But before his hand could fall, James’s voice came again -ice, sharp, and utterly devoid of warmth.
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