“I will fulfil the engagement, as long as you no longer target Charlotte.”
I laughed at myself. “No need, it was originally my sister's wedding.”
“That day Charlotte was not feeling well,” he explained in an unprecedented way.
Before the words fell, Charlotte appeared with high heels. She held the latest model of the season's bag on her shoulder. The silk scarf, however, was just a matching item that was given to her when she bought the bag.
“Gaudentia.” She affectionately took Benedict's hand. “I purposely asked Benedict to pick out a gift for you. Do you like it?”
That bag of hers was the same colour as the silk scarf, which made my eyes hurt. I forced a smile. I pinched my nails deep into my palms.
When I got home, I saw my mom limping down the stairs with her hands.
“Mom!”
I rushed over to help her, but I felt a bruise on her wrist. “Did Charlotte push you again?”
I couldn't stop my voice from shaking. Over the years, Charlotte had always called my mom a mistress and even made a move. Even though my mom had clearly married after her biological mom died.
“Bang-” The door was suddenly pushed open.
Charlotte stepped in on her high heels. She casually threw her bag on the sofa.
“Charlotte, why did you push my mom?” I couldn't help but open my mouth.
“Who made her a mistress?”
She raised her hand and slapped my mom in the face. My brain exploded. By the time I reacted, my slap had already been thrown in Charlotte's face.
“I'll say it again to you that my mom is not a mistress! My mom only entered the door three years after your mom died!”
I was shaking all over. My mom pulled me back in a panic.
She said, “Don't argue. Please, don't argue, we're all family.”
Charlotte sneered, “Stinker bitch! Whose family is with you?”
She slapped again with her backhand. My mom staggered and hit the wall. The bright red palm prints immediately surfaced on her face.
I completely broke down, but my raised hand was interrupted by a loud shout in the air.
“Gaundetia, what are you doing?”
I looked up. Benedict stood in the doorway. He was still holding the shawl that Charlotte had dropped in his hand.
Charlotte instantly changed her face. She jumped into his arms, sobbing.
“Benedict, my sister, she's going to beat me.”
I looked at his arm around Charlotte’s hand, tightly. I also looked at the dislike of me in his eyes. I suddenly felt incomparably ridiculous.