Chapter 8:
I felt a surge of anger.
Elder? What kind of elder was she? She had destroyed my parents’ marriage and insulted my mother. If I were younger, I might have actually hit her. I raised my chin, sneering.
“What right do you have to call yourself my elder when you’re such a wicked woman?” I shot back.
Connie turned to my father, her voice taking on a victimized tone.
“Ryan, your daughter has gone too far!”
Ryan’s face turned red with anger.
“Bella, apologize to Connie immediately!” he demanded.
Ah, my father.
Whether it was my fault or not, he expected me to apologize right away.
But this time, I wouldn’t apologize.
Bella’s POV:
“Am I wrong? Isn’t she the third party, not a bad person?” I stood up and pointed at Connie.
It’s been 15 years. My father has never treated my sister and me any differently. I remember when I was a child, I couldn’t even ask him for money to pay my tuition, but he refused to help me. Instead, he kicked me out.
Yet, the daughter of the other woman always lived a comfortable life.
From that moment on, I swore I would never take a penny from him again. Ryan was no longer my father.
“Ryan, your daughter humiliated me! I’m angry!” Connie Briden shouted loudly.
“Damn it!”
“Pa!”
Ryan Stepanek’s voice came at the same time as his slap. The impact was so strong that my cheek throbbed painfully, and I felt a severe headache. Maybe he had used too much force because my head started to spin.
I fell to the ground.
Before I could react, I felt a sharp pain in the back of my hand. I turned my head and saw that Emma was stepping on my hand with her thin high heels. The combination of anger and pain hit me all at once. I quickly sprang up from the floor and shouted, “Fuck!”
In the next instant, I grabbed a pot of hot soup from the table and poured it over Ryan. Then, without hesitation, I picked up two more plates of food and splashed them on Connie and Emma.
Ryan screamed in pain as the hot soup burned him. His expensive clothes were drenched in greasy vegetable soup.
“How dare you resist!” Ryan yelled in fury, raising his fist to hit me.
At that moment, Uncle John and Aunt Carter rushed to my side, causing Ryan to stop in his tracks.
“How could there be such a terrible daughter? How dare she attack her father?” Connie was the first to accuse me.
Aunt Carter didn’t respond to her. Instead, she pulled me to her side.
