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.

It was a look

Then, she cried out in fear, "Licia, stop it. We can talk this out, but

that wasn't what you said when you slapped me. Kayla slandered me, and you didn't hesitate to

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

and you're expecting me to explain myself? So if Kayla had

Her rage seemed to almost

finally broke down. "Licia, I'm sorry. It was my fault, and I made a

haven't

and what then? How did you jump to the conclusion that

to intervene several times in the cramped space of the car but was too frightened

by worries about going to prison. He seemed oblivious to the chaos