She was right. I had nothing to say.
I was the one who'd acted impulsively, throwing myself at her the moment I heard her say that she wanted to harm Grandma.
I was also the one who'd wanted to kill her with the slightest provocation. I didn't even bother to find out what she'd done.
It all boiled down to me being in the wrong.
I'd lost this round.
Phoebe wiped away the blood on her face and let me go. She circled me cockily.
"With your brains, did you think that you could go against me and my mother, Queena? Dream on!"
She gave me two more slaps.
I could feel dampness at the corner of my lips. I knew that she'd busted my lip.
I wiped the blood away and said calmly, "Phoebe, you'd be better off just killing me today."
She clucked her tongue, then said haughtily, "Wow, you still have the nerve to threaten me in your state?"
"If you don't, you're going to regret it." I glared at her and said firmly.
...
From this day onwards, I'd resort to any means to get revenge.
I knew that it was unwise to challenge her at this juncture, but I just had to get it out.
Maybe Phoebe was frightened by the ferocity in my tone. She subconsciously bowed her head and shrunk into herself, looking more like the obedient act that she put on every day. After a moment, she came to her senses and flew into a rage.
"How dare you threaten me when you're on the brink of death?" she mumbled to herself.
Her eyes scanned the corridor.
Her gaze landed on the basin. She ran over to it, picked it up, and walked away.
There was no way I'd stay here, now that she was gone. It was obvious that she was up to something.
I gritted my teeth and tried to get up while my head pounded.
Unfortunately, Phoebe came back faster than I'd expected.
Holding a basin full of water, she looked at me with relish.
The basin was so heavy that she could barely hold it up. She snorted and swung the basin at me.
The water splashed all over me.
I couldn't even open my eyes because of the water and fell back onto the floor.
Phoebe laughed hysterically at my dishevelled state. "Don't worry, Queena. You will have a fun time, now that you've truly offended me!"
She was laughing so loudly that she didn't hear Aunt Nancy's voice ring out from a distance.
"Queena? Queena, where are you?"
I really wanted to tell her that I was here.
However, I didn't have the strength to speak. The moment I opened my mouth, the corner of my lip hurt like hell. I could only remain sprawled on the floor.
"Queena..."
Aunt Nancy rounded the corner and saw me. She shrieked, "Queena, what happened to you?"
Phoebe didn't expect someone to come across us. Her expression morphed into her usual pitiful one. "Aunt Nancy, I..."
"You're not my niece!"
Aunt Nancy immediately guessed what had happened the moment she saw us. She shoved Phoebe away, making her fall to the floor, then started kicking and punching her.
Phoebe wanted to stand up, but the floor was too slippery because of the water.
This time, Leonard would not be back to save her.
I supposed that this was karma. What goes around truly does come back around.
However, Aunt Nancy didn't really want to injure Phoebe. After a few kicks, she glared at Phoebe with a mixture of disgust, anger, and hatred.
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