Amber turned a deaf ear, still holding her hair tightly, and with her other hand, unscrewed the faucet, then plugged the sink.
Listening to the sound of clattering water, a great uneasiness rose in Braylee's heart, "What are you doing?"
"What am I doing?" Amber's red lips curled into a cold arch, "You'll soon find out, it'll be something you'll never forget."
"Fuck you, Amber, let go of me!" Braylee shouted with a fierce expression, while also using her hands to break Amber's hands, trying to free her hair from Amber's hands.
But Braylee's height and figure, both inherited from her mother, Beatrice Sitwell, short and small, simply could not shake Amber, whose strength was greater than hers.
Not to mention the fact that Amber is energized by anger and has more strength at the moment.
Even though Braylee was struggling, she couldn't break free but ended up getting herself tired and sweaty.
Braylee reluctantly raised her eyes and stared deadly at Amber, her eyes quenched with poisonous intent, "Bitch, let go of me or I'll..."
Before she could finish saying her threat, her entire head was pushed into the sink by Amber.
The cold water instantly invaded her eyes, nasal cavity, as well as her mouth, making her unable to breathe and extremely painful and uncomfortable.
The two hands of Braylee, both of which kept swinging violently in the air, waving.
Amber looked at her coldly, "Your mouth is so dirty, you have to be given a good wash to see if you still dare to curse and talk about Dad like that in the future."
Braylee's head was submerged in water, unable to speak, but able to hear.
Hearing Amber's words, she was so angry that she subconsciously opened her mouth and wanted to fight back.
As a result, when her mouth opened, a large stream of water rushed down her throat like a flood, making her feel even worse.
Amber kept her eyes on Braylee, silently calculating the time to tug her up in her heart.
After all, even if she loathed Braylee, she couldn't really kill her.
Thinking it was about time, Amber yanked Braylee's hair, tugging her head out of the water.
Braylee head tilted high, coughing violently, while looking at the ceiling, breathing heavily, her whole face was in a mess, even her eyes, were also red and bloodshot, wet eyelashes, not sure was by the water or tears.
"How about now? Is your mouth a little cleaner?" Amber looked at her with icy eyes, her voice impassive.
Braylee rolled her eyes and looked at Amber as if she wanted to eat her, her chest heaving fiercely, gritting her teeth and talking back, "Bitch, how dare you fucking..."
Amber frowned and once again shoved her head into the water, "Looks like your mouth hasn't been washed clean yet. I'll continue, then."
Braylee was so angry that she could kill, she closed her eyes and mouth tightly, kept shaking her head in the water, trying to shake Amber's handoff.
But Amber grabbed her by the hair and held on for dear life, no matter what she did, she couldn't shake it off.
Braylee knew she probably couldn't shake Amber's hand, and her heart grew desperate.
Of course, in addition to despair, there was a deep hatred.
This hatred went straight to her head, so she couldn't help but open her mouth to curse.
But her mouth was in the water, whenever she tried to open her mouth, the sound that came out, was in a blur, completely incomprehensible.
Even though it was incomprehensible, Amber could also guess through Braylee's tone that she was cursing, Amber said after a heave, "Braylee, you really are hopeless."
With those words, she yanked Braylee's hair up and pulled her head out of the water again.
Just as Braylee opened her eyes and were about to breathe, Amber pushed her head down again.
After holding her head down, instead of holding it down for a long time like before, she held it down and lifted it up, then held it down and lifted it up again.
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