Hearing Joey and Lucinda bad-mouthing me behind my back didn’t surprise me.
People who could disregard the law and treat a stranger so brutally clearly had no morals.
I couldn’t help but regret the suffering I endured during the surgery in France.
After my husband passed away, I worked tirelessly, raising my child while building a business, leaving me no time for self-care.
By the time I reached my fifties, I looked much older than my peers.
I was well aware that the media criticized my aged appearance, often comparing me to a man with none of the soft qualities of a woman.
But like any woman, I cared about my appearance. Now that I was semi-retired, I finally had the time and money to fly to France regularly for treatments that made me look younger.
This last surgery was a significant investment. I wanted to look my best at my son’s wedding, to avoid being a source of embarrassment for him.
But now, my efforts had backfired and were the reason they didn’t believe me.
My body was growing weaker, and I knew that if I didn’t get to a hospital soon, I might lose my legs.
I forced myself to stay calm and said coldly, “Why don’t you call Hudson and have him come over? He’ll know whether or not I’m his mother.”
Hearing this, Joey paused, disbelief crossing her face. “You’re still not giving up, are you?
“Do you really think you can fool me into letting you see Hudson?” she asked, turning to the two girls behind her. “What do you think, should I make that call?”
The two girls, eyes gleaming with excitement, rushed forward and slapped me with all their strength. “Still talking back? Trash like you shouldn’t have made my sister lift a finger. I’m going to make sure you regret it!” one girl hissed.
“Want to fight back? You’re not even worth it!” the other girl chimed in.
They each hit me with all their might, and my body felt like it was falling apart. My eyes were so swollen I could barely open them, and my lips were too puffy for me to speak.
I glared at all four of them, silently vowing that if they didn’t kill me here, I’d make sure they paid dearly for this.
Seeing my defiant gaze only fueled Joey’s anger. She turned to the two girls and ordered, “Stop hitting her. Strip her clothes off. Let the whole world see what a shameless wretch she is!”
The two girls eagerly obeyed, viciously tearing at my clothes.
“Haha, serves you right for being a mistress and crossing my sister!”