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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 blame 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, surveillance had been installed.

None of them felt the need to explain that to Elsa.

“I didn’t… I-”

*Smack!*

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cheek before the words could

plainly—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

to—I didn’t mean

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again, even harder. “Not on purpose? Don’t tell me Lily forced you to sneak up behind her and shove

such garbage. Elsa, you

moment on the video, when Lily and the child she carried had nearly been in mortal danger, she longed to rip that face apart

slap louder and more vicious than the last, Elsa’s face,

been drifting in shock all night,

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and then watching the damning video. His soul felt torn

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Elsa’s broken, pain–filled cries that snapped

can’t do this to Lizzy,

*Smack!*

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,

sting on his cheek.

her fisted hand still tangled in

“Mom, please stop! Lizzy’s already so sick–three,