Secrets Of The Neglected Wife: When Her True Colors Shine

Chapter 273: Kellan tilted his head, casting a sideways glance.

He knew full well that Allison was offering him a hand.

But why? Allison had no personal stake in this disaster.

Nova and Hoyt were walking disasters themselves, and any rational person would keep their distance.

Allisons smile remained soft, but her voice dripped with sarcasm, clearly agitating Hoyt even more.

Ahhhh! Though his mother tried to shield his head, the hot coffee still splattered over him, searing his skin and forcing a pained scream from his lips.

You witch! Youll regret this! Hoyt had never been treated this way in his life.

Despite being born out of wedlock, he had been pampered endlessly, getting whatever he wanted without lifting a finger.

This was the first time a woman had dared to humiliate him like this.

A few moments earlier, Kellan had knocked him down.

Now, scalded by the burning liquid, Hoyt lay helpless, looking like a soaked, beaten dog.

Nova was no better off.

The coffee soaked through her clothes, turning her skin red with burns.

She struggled to maintain her composure, but the pain was too much to hide.

Kellan, is this how you manage your people? Even if you despise Hoyt and me, you shouldnt allow us to be injured on purpose.

Normally, she wore a mask of gentleness, but now her face was cold and severe, radiating hostility.

control her anger

to raise you properly, then

out, intending

seemed clumsy, her movements sluggish, and her

keep her balance as she extended her

was sharp,

the dead can

you feel up to the task, go

onto Novas, and for

jolt

capable of such violence? No,

had to be a trick of the

unsettling feeling only fueled

woman challenge her? Im not afraid of anyone, she hissed, lifting her hand, ready

without facing consequences,

furrowed his brow and tightened his grip on the scalpel he

in, fully aware of how to inflict harm without jeopardizing vital areasand leaving Nova crippled

before Floyd could intervene, Kellan grabbed Novas

Youre playing with death.

the eye

in his hand bulged, making

now standing protectively in front of

that moment in the elevator when

been forceful

had been more than just a physical exchange; it had been a clash of wills, a

to treat it as nothing but a game,

her in, time and time