The messenger looked at my abnormal state, clearly at a loss, but understanding in his heart that this young miss was so unloved that she was less valued than a servant.
“Miss, the Master says you have no need to see her. I’m just here to tell you that we will bury the Madam tomorrow!” he said awkwardly. The messenger was also conflicted, feeling the Master was unfair to the Madam, after all, they had been married for decades.
“Take me to see her!” I repeated the same words, but my voice suddenly rose several decibels. My eyes showed no emotion, just staring fixedly at him.
The servant was intimidated by my momentum, but the Master’s orders could not be disobeyed. No matter how great his abilities, he could not act on his own.
My body was suddenly grabbed and pulled up, and a hard slap was about to hit me. I looked at the hand just centimeters away, staring without fear, standing still without dodging.
The “Slap…” sound rang out in the air. Although I couldn’t hear it, from everyone’s expressions around me, the slap seemed quite loud.
Before I could react, the hand’s palm came at me again. I remained indifferent, standing still.
“Slap…” Another slap.
Pain—the only sensation I could feel was a spinning feeling, a strong bloody taste spreading from my mouth to my brain. Actually, I was somewhat regretful that I didn’t dodge.
The man in front of me seemed addicted to hitting, completely disregarding his image as a senior official and raising his hand to strike again.
I seized the falling hand, looking at him with deep contempt.
“Enough. Two slaps have repaid what I owed you. Now I don’t owe you anything. You’re not qualified to touch even a hair on my body.” My fearless voice, tone light and casual.
“Unfilial daughter! You’re just as despicable as that bitch. Why didn’t my carriage kill you last time?” His heartless words were truly detestable.
