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This was Natasha's skill. Deftly leveraging her perceived weaknesses to garner sympathy at crucial moments.

"Natasha, stop pretending. I consulted with a cardiologist, and they confirmed that after taking your medication, you couldn't possibly relapse this quickly. Stop playing everyone for fools," Mikayla declared, indifferent to how others might perceive her. This time, she wouldn't let Natasha off easily.

Natasha's manipulation of her illness and disability to win sympathy masked an extremely malevolent mind. If this wasn't addressed soon, she'd exploit these vulnerabilities to the point where no one in the family would dare to oppose her. Eventually, it would lead to chaos, much like what happened with Huxley.

If anyone in the Ludwig family was pretending ignorance, Mikayla had no qualms about shattering their illusions.

"Mikayla, it wasn't me. I'm not pretending!" Natasha sobbed, her face streaked with tears.

"Mikayla, stop it! It doesn't matter who did it. I just want Natasha to be okay," Selena said sternly, a rare occurrence.

Selena's heart ached upon seeing Natasha in such distress.

Slap!

The sound of a slap echoed through the living room.

Garrett strode over and struck Natasha across her pale face, leaving five distinct fingerprints. The force was unmistakable.

"Dad!" Natasha looked up, her face a mask of shock and disbelief. Garrett was gentle and had never laid a hand on her, as he could not bear to hurt her.

Even Mikayla was taken aback by Garrett's reaction.

"Garrett! Why on earth did you hit Natasha?" Selena raised her voice, bewildered and reproachful.

"She's been spoiled rotten by you," Garrett chastised Selena, then turned to the wheelchair-bound Natasha, who was clutching her face. "Did you do it?"

Although phrased as a question, his tone left no doubt; he already knew the answer.

Garrett didn't want to believe his beloved daughter, Natasha, could do such a thing, but Mikayla had presented undeniable evidence. There was no way he couldn't see that.

"Garrett, do you not even trust your own daughter?" Selena stood up, locking eyes with Garrett. "She's your flesh and blood!"

I can't continue to indulge her. If not for Mikayla's intervention today, I wouldn't have realized the severity of her actions. The housekeepers have been taking the blame for her, while she hides behind her illness, never

further, "Garrett, Natasha is our daughter. She couldn't possibly do such a thing. She's always been so obedient and sweet. This

don't want you to grow up to be a liar, Natasha. As long as you admit

face. Tears streamed down her cheeks as she looked at

tried to

Garrett's voice sounded

turned to look at Mikayla, her once lively

before

I instructed Libby to do those things." Natasha wiped her tears, the previous frailty gone from

"Natasha!" Selena shouted.

to Mikayla." Garrett's tone

her fists, but a moment later, she relaxed and softly said, "Mikayla,

you'll learn and grow from this experience," Mikayla responded

Whether Natasha's apology was

or not,

who would educate her properly, unlike Huxley, who was blindly

wrongdoings.

before, she just wanted to have a

glanced at Selena, who was squatting on the ground,

for you," Garrett said to Carlos, praising Mikayla. "Thank you for your intentions, Mikayla. Carlos is fortunate

flowed once more down Natasha's pale face, a mixture of resentment and regret. She hated herself for causing such turmoil, only for it to

the entire dramatic scene unfold, gracefully approached Mikayla with his long, elegant

air, a slight arch to his eyebrow, as if silently

she reached out

Selena called out, standing

often for a while, which should be

though her feet were cemented to the floor. Having her thoughts so plainly read and stated out loud was undeniably uncomfortable. With that, Mikayla and Carlos walked out hand

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