I Stopped Loving Him When He Let Me Bleed Out novel Chapter 570

"Rebellion! Absolute rebellion! You grew up, your wings got strong, and now you want to hit your own mother, is that it?"

She shoved the other side of her face aggressively toward Sienna.

"Hit me! Go ahead! Beat me to death!"

She whipped her head toward Noah.

"Noah! Record this! Let all our relatives back home see exactly who Sienna Sterling is! She got rich, found a billionaire family to back her, and now she's beating her own mother! Let's see if the hometown doesn't spit on her grave!"

Noah remained pressed into the corner, clutching his phone, his entire body violently shaking.

Sienna released Lydia's wrist, her tone dripping with absolute apathy.

"I honestly couldn't care less. Let them spit on me. It wouldn't even register as an itch. If you have any more pathetic tricks, go ahead and use them. Let's see what you can actually do to me."

With that, she turned her back on her, walking straight into the open kitchen. She poured herself a glass of water and casually turned on the espresso machine.

Her movements were effortlessly calm.

It was as if there wasn't a shrieking lunatic having a meltdown in her living room. She moved with the relaxed energy of someone coming home after a long day at the office, just making a cup of coffee to unwind.

The hum of the espresso machine echoed through the living room, blending bizarrely with Lydia's heavy, ragged panting, creating an intensely surreal atmosphere.

George's eyes tracked Sienna's movements, and a faint, microscopic spark finally flickered in his endlessly hollow gaze.

Lydia stood rooted to the spot, watching Sienna operate the espresso machine like she didn't even exist. It felt like punching a wall of cotton—every ounce of her manic energy was totally neutralized.

She stood there panting heavily. When she finally found her voice, the shrieking had devolved into a raspy, desperate croak.

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