Return of the Crowned Heiress

Return Of The Crowned Heiress 67

She shouted in disappointment, "Felicia, how could you do that? If you needed money, couldn't you have come to us? Why'd you go behind our backs and disgrace yourself? You've brought shame on the Fullers." Here it was again, the same story. Dexter and Myra had always believed Kayla's words of slander both in this life and the last, regardless of how fishy the accusations might sound.

They never bothered to ask or verify the truth before resorting to slapping and scolding her. If that was the case, what else was there to say?

Felicia's eyes sharpened, and she caught a fleeting look of smug satisfaction on Kayla's face. She grabbed Kayla by the collar with a cold smile and began slapping her mercilessly. As she did, she chided, "Making up stories, huh? Twisting the truth, huh? You're filthy inside and out, so you assume everyone must be just as filthy as you are!"

Each slap was harder than the one Myra had given Felicia earlier. The slaps sounded crisp and clear in the car, mixed with Kayla's cries of pain.

The scariest part was Felicia's eyes fixed on Myra and Dexter while her hands were busy slapping Kayla.

with violent rage and madness. It was a look that made

and started panicking. Then, she cried out in fear, "Licia, stop it. We can talk this out, but please don't hit her." Talk this out? Felicia scoffed and

you said when you slapped me. Kayla slandered me, and you didn't hesitate to hit me without

I wronged you. Myra's voice grew softer as she spoke,

Kayla had accused me of stealing food, would I have to

rage seemed to

I'm sorry. It was

not enough. I haven't

You said you saw me getting out of a man's car, and what then? How did you jump

the cramped space of

and consumed by worries about going