The Day I Kissed An Older Man by Cher the Cherished

Chapter 81

Francine turned around to point her finger at Corinne. “It’s you! It’s one of your tricks again! You must’ve found this woman to take the blame!”

Corinne spread her arms innocently. “Francine, are you only going to be satisfied when I’m the escort as you’d hope?”

Francine replied unhappily, “What do you mean, as I’d hope? You are the escort!”

All of a sudden, a swift smack landed on Francine’s cheek, and it made a crisp sound.

Pamela panted, having slapped her granddaughter in rage.

“Are you not finished, Francine !? After the scene you caused at home, here you are in the police station, causing another scene! Corinne is your sister-in-law! Why do you keep on humiliating her like this?!”

“Grandma, did you just slap me?” The flabbergasted Francine raised a hand to lightly cover her burning cheek. She whimpered, “You never hit me since I was a child, yet you slapped me because of Corinne?”

Pamela’s heart went soft when she saw tears dropping from her granddaughter’s eyes.

Nevertheless, Francine had crossed the line. Through gritted teeth, she reprimanded strictly, ” should’ve slapped you earlier! You wouldn’t have behaved like a spoiled girl if I had taught you well. Apologize to Corinne now and seek her forgiveness!”

shouted like a crazy woman. “She’s the escort! I’m telling the truth! It’s her! Corinne

vehemently. “Just admit it!

say anything when Francine

police officers in the station quickly surrounded them. “What do you think you’re doing? This is

she nearly passed out. “Francine, stop it!”

to catch his grandmother

she shrugged off the fear and blustered,

darkened. “Don’t make me repeat

demeanor, Francine immediately let go of Corinne.

to Tommy. He strode and lifted Corinne’s face to check the red marks on her neck. “Are you an

her for attacking me? You’re even blaming me for

relieved because of Corinne’s reply. He pinched her cheek.

I just got choked and here you are, pinching my cheek! Like I said, you Holdens are a bunch of

let out a laugh, his calloused hand rubbing her head. After that, he looked to the side to glare daggers at

tried to ease his anger as she

whimpered, “Jeremy…”

Instead, he continued to examine the red marks on Corinne’s fair neck. He felt pained as though the pain was his. “Does