Chapter 1387:
Belinda let out a soft, mocking laugh, shrugging. “Ms. Lewis, let’s get this straight—what have I done to you? Did I hit you? Have I insulted you? From the moment I walked into your house until now, I haven’t done anything to you.”
Holley’s voice shook with fury. “You’re my daughter! How can you stand there, doing nothing, while I get beaten?”
Belinda’s thick lashes fluttered, her tone laced with feigned doubt. “Who beat you? I didn’t see anything.”
Turning to Mollie, she asked, “Mollie, did you see anyone beat her?”
Mollie’s lips curved into a smile. “No.”
As she spoke, she spun and delivered another sharp slap to Holley’s face.
Holley shrieked, “Mollie! Belinda! Don’t push me too far! I… Ah!” Before she could finish, another slap cut her off. Holley’s composure shattered.
She opened her mouth and exclaimed, “Belinda! You heartless, ungrateful snake! I gave you life and raised you! Is this how you repay me? You… Ah!”
After receiving another slap, she continued, “I did everything for you! Yes, I went too far, I admit it. But I’m still your mother! You ungrateful bastard! How dare you…”
She had lost all control, spewing every vicious insult she could muster.
After all, the bridge between her and Belinda was irreparably burned.
Belinda had told herself countless times to ignore Holley’s venom, but the words still drained the color from her face.
Mollie burned with anger. Her next slap landed with even greater force. “Shut your mouth!”
From that moment on, the vast living room echoed only with the sharp crack of slaps and Holley’s pleading wails.
“Stop! Stop! I’m sorry! I was wrong, please! Mrs. Thomas, have mercy! Ah! Belinda, help me…”
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By the end, Holley’s defiance had crumbled.
She no longer dared curse. Her face was grotesquely swollen, her words slurred, blood trickling from her lips.
Numbness had settled over her, broken only by each new slap that tore a raw scream from her throat.
Belinda watched Holley’s ruined state with cold indifference.
She showed no pity, no concern, nothing.
She knew Mollie was doing this for her.
After thirty slaps, Mollie’s hand pulsed with a dull ache.
She shook it out, blowing lightly on her stinging palm.
“Holley,” she said, her voice cutting like ice, “from this day on, stay away from Belinda. She doesn’t see you as her mother anymore. If I see you near her again, if you even think of approaching her, I will let you endure more than just thirty slaps. Do you understand?”
