Ms. Hopkins immediately burst into tears, "Dad, this is no longer my home. I haven't come back for a long time, but how could she insult me like that when I return? She's a junior, but she said those mean words to me... I know it! Everyone looks down on me..."
Christina slowly came to her senses and met Senior Mr. Hopkins's thoughtful eyes.
As if suddenly breaking herself from a trance, she tried to explain herself with a guilty conscience, "I, I didn't mean it..."
She didn't mean to insult Ms. Hopkins like this, and she didn't usually quarrel with people.
"Dad, you heard it just now. She..."
Ms. Hopkins seized the opportunity, said righteously with an aggrieved expression, "Although Christina gave birth to a pair of twins for our family, you really can't pamper her anymore. Look at her now, she would even insult me at home! I can just bear it, but if she acts the same way outside, our reputation will definitely be ruined by her..."
Senior Mr. Hopkins knew his daughter's character too well, so he snapped, "What reputation! Why should you mind how others think of you? You wouldn't care about how others define you if you're excellent enough!"
Ms. Hopkins and Judy were full of dissatisfaction, for they were unresigned that he actually taught them, instead of Christina, a lesson.
Ms. Hopkins gave up her pretense and retorted angrily, "Dad, you're getting more and more muddled as you get older! That Dickens is but an outsider in our family, and I'm your biological daughter. I'm a Hopkins! Why do you always favor this little bitch..."
Senior Mr. Hopkins's face darkened and he chided loudly, "Shut up!"
However arrogant Ms. Hopkins was, she did not dare to challenge her father's authority. After a farce, everyone left with a darkened mood.
As the old man passed by Christina, he rumbled in a cold voice, "Be careful with what you say."
Christina tensed up and watched Senior Mr. Hopkins walk away slowly. The old man was majestic and firm, and as she looked at him, she suddenly felt a little sad.
Christina knew that she had disappointed the old man.
When she retreated to the bedroom, she secluded herself in the room for a long time. She reflected on herself, trying to figure out if she indeed had been spoiled and gone too far, but Ms. Hopkins's words were so unpleasant that she couldn't help but retort.
She sat cross-legged on the bed with a dejected expression.
When she turned around and looked at the nightstand, Christina's eyes lit up. It turned out that the old coin that Patrick had gathered up was there.
"Damn it, I know it! It's the one who instigated me!"
Suddenly, Chistina understood everything. Her face was tinged with anger as she felt that she had been fooled by this ancient coin.
Christina was furious and grabbed the coin and flung it to the floor. "You little trinket made them suspect that I was crazy. How dare you play tricks on me!" She lifted her foot in her cotton slippers and was about to trample down on it.
The ancient coin was very spiritual as it seemed to perceive her next move, and it immediately became furious. "No!"
Christina was not afraid of it at all at the moment. She insisted on trampling on it and did not show it the least mercy. Were it not an ancient coin, it would have been flattened.
How could it dare to deem her as a pushover? "I'm going to throw you into the manure pit with the dungs," Christina warned fiercely.
"You crazy woman!"
The ancient coin seemed to have a fetish for cleanliness. Once it heard the vulgar words such as "manure pit" and" dung", it immediately fumed with rage and its cold and ethereal voice echoed throughout the room.
"There are so many villains in the Hopkins family. What do you like about Patrick? How could he be compared to Derek, you blind woman..."
The ethereal voice reverberated like the bass of music.
Christina ignored that the coin had scolded her for having poor taste. What surprised her was another fact, "You know Eric?"
She stopped trampling the coin and stared at it warily.
The old coin seemed to be still furious, as the voice that shook in her ear was still cold and gloomy. "If you want Derek and Peter to survive, you have to listen to me..."
Christina was stunned. What did it have anything to do with Derek and Charles's brother?
Derek had been out of contact for a long time before the New Year, and even his uncle Larry couldn't find him. And Charles's eldest brother went out of touch too after he went on his business trip last month.
"What do you know?"
Christina felt like she was acting like a psycho, as she was actually asking nervously the ancient coin questions.
"You're forbidden to put money and cosmetics around with me. Prepare a small bag, which is clean, sterile, fresh and odorless."
However, the ancient coin suddenly raised some seemingly baffling requirements, as if it was very dissatisfied with the current environment it was in.
"Your coat pocket is very dirty. You have to wash your clothes every 12 hours later. Also, you can't touch me directly with your hands!"
What!
Christina's face gradually darkened. She had never encountered such an unreasonable ancient coin, so she was fairly irritated.
Her clothes were all custom-made and were regularly cleaned by servants. How dare it despise them? Even kings would not be so picky.
"Who do you think you are? Let me show you what kind of attitude you should have when your fate is within my hands..."
Christina descended upon the ancient coin on the floor to grab it. "I'll throw you into the iron pot and melt you." However, the coin flew up and went into her coat pocket.
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