Reborn with Nothing but My Farm and Vengeance in the Apocalypse novel Chapter 322

Chapter 322: Chapter 322: You Dare Hit Me?

Winnie Summers shoved the security guard aside and pulled Melody protectively behind her.

She eyed the people before her warily, frowning as she asked, "Who are you people? What are you trying to do to my daughter?"

She then turned to Melody, her face filled with worry. "Sweetheart, are you okay?"

Melody shook her head and said reassuringly, "I’m fine, Mom. Don’t worry."

Winnie had seen Joanna Dunn at the banquet earlier—the same neighbor who had stayed with them at the Nimbus Hotel during the mountain wildfire.

Joanna Dunn was delighted to see Winnie and had kept her occupied with conversation, even introducing her to several friends.

Winnie chatted with them for a while. It was only after they left that she realized Melody still hadn’t returned.

Winnie, thinking something had happened to her daughter, had rushed to find her, only to stumble upon this scene!

After confirming Melody was unharmed, Winnie turned back to the guard. Noticing his black security uniform, she frowned and asked, "You’re hotel security? What were you just trying to do to my daughter?"

At her words, the guard instinctively glanced toward Zara Walsh.

Zara Walsh scanned Winnie, her eyes lingering on her plain clothes and a decorative brooch that looked like cut glass masquerading as diamonds. She let out a soft sneer. "So you’re this little bitch’s mother? I should have known. Like mother, like daughter."

Winnie’s brow furrowed. "Who are you talking to like that? You’re just a young woman. How can you say such foul things?"

Zara Walsh let out a cold laugh. "My words are foul? You people have the nerve to do it, but you’re afraid of being called out? You failed to raise your own daughter, letting her run around shamelessly seducing wealthy men. She even dared to set her sights on my little brother! I’m stepping in to teach her a lesson for you. You should be thanking me for it!"

Winnie Summers had always been a calm person. Faced with years of provocations from Adam Lawson’s family, she had always been able to turn a blind eye and a deaf ear.

But even she, hearing Zara Walsh insult her precious daughter, felt her cheeks flush with anger.

She glared at Zara Walsh and snapped, "What nonsense are you spouting? I know my daughter. She would never do such a thing. Don’t you dare stand here and slander her!"

Zara Walsh gave a disdainful sneer. She looked at Winnie and noticed that although the mother and daughter didn’t look much alike, their expressions were practically cast from the same mold.

They stared back at her without a trace of submissiveness or fear in their eyes.

The look in their eyes filled Zara Walsh with a sudden, deep sense of disgust.

’These bottom-feeders are supposed to look up to me,’ she thought. ’When they see my expensive gown and magnificent jewelry, they should be filled with envy, feel inferior, be consumed by jealousy.’

’The one thing they shouldn’t be is... this.’

On the way to the Nimbus Hotel today, Zara had seen a woman on the roadside, holding a child and begging. The woman’s hair was frozen, laced with frost.

When the woman saw Zara’s car stop in front of her, she moved her body, stiff with cold, and knelt, begging for a scrap of food.

Zara casually opened the car’s mini-fridge, took out a slice of mousse cake, and tossed it out the window.

The delicate mousse cake smashed into a messy pulp on the ground.

But the begging woman wasn’t repulsed in the slightest. She reached out with hands raw and swollen with chilblains, scooped up a clean piece from the top to feed the child in her arms, then knelt and began licking the frosting directly off the ground.

The woman’s wretched state had sent Zara into fits of laughter.

’That begging woman, *that* is how ordinary people should be living in this new world,’ Zara thought. ’Not standing here in the same ballroom as me, like Melody Summers and her mother.’

With this thought, Zara stared at Winnie and said mockingly, "If the daughter’s a slut who seduces men, what does that make the mother? If I remember correctly, you’re divorced, aren’t you? Even your in-laws threw you out. What kind of person does that make you? Nothing but a slut, just like your daughter!"

At those words, Melody’s head snapped up to face Zara Walsh. Her mother was Melody’s one weakness. No one was allowed to insult Winnie in front of her!

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