The guests gathered around to see what all the fuss was about. “Why would he marry such a woman?” one said. “What a disgrace!” said another. People started to gossip about them.
Meanwhile, Charlotte remained silent. She knew Zachary was avenging her.
Amanda’s hand was tingling from slapping Luna repeatedly across her already swollen face. The mother-daughter duo hugged each other as they burst into tears.
Shortly afterward, Amanda wiped off her tears and asked, “Ms. Brown, are you happy now?”
“Off you go.” Helena waved her away.
Simon went up to help them, but Zachary stopped them from leaving. “Did I say you can go?” he asked in an icy voice.
Luna shuddered. “What else do you want from me?” she wept.
“Zip it.” Simon tried to stop her from making another scene.
“Fine.” Amanda took a deep breath, approached Charlotte, and executed a deep bow. “Ms. Windt, I’m sorry for raising my hand at you last time. Please, let me atone for my rudeness.”
She slapped herself continuously as punishment.
“Mom!” Luna bawled as Owen grabbed her hand. “Mrs. Sterling, stay out of it. You’ll make it worse.”
She could only watch and weep in despair at her mother’s suffering.
Charlotte’s eyebrow knitted into a frown. Although she had no wish to see Amanda in such a plight, she couldn’t forget how the woman had mistreated her children.
“Enough!” Simon couldn’t bear to see his wife in pain. “Charlotte, do me a favor. I’m pleading for your mercy. Please spare her.”
His earnestness somehow appealed to her. “I think we should just let it slide,” Charlotte uttered softly.
“All this time, did she ever have mercy on you?” Zachary shot her a glare to shut her up.
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