Reborn with Nothing but My Farm and Vengeance in the Apocalypse novel Chapter 503

Chapter 503: Chapter 503: Our Own People

Melody Summers still remembered how Winston Sheffield had flown into a rage and beaten Nina Summers after she caught him cheating.

Back then, Nina’s face had been swollen and bruised, her body covered in contusions. Many of the wounds were still seeping blood. Her attacker obviously hadn’t held back.

At the thought, Melody’s expression darkened, and she kicked Winston Sheffield hard several more times. ’A scumbag like him, who beats his girlfriend, should be prepared to get beaten himself the moment he throws a punch!’

Amidst Sylvia Lancaster’s terrified screams, Melody viciously kicked Winston’s body again and again with the hard toe of her rain boot, as if she were kicking a dead pig.

"AH! AH! OWW!... Stop hitting me!"

"OWW! I’m begging you, stop! AH!"

At first, Winston Sheffield let out a few wails, but when he realized begging was useless, he fell silent.

The electric current still seemed to be coursing through his body. He felt pain and numbness all over and was unable to get up. All he could do was curl into a ball and try to protect his head.

Sylvia had long since collapsed to one side in terror. She wanted to intervene but was afraid Melody would start hitting her, too.

As Melody kicked Winston in the stomach one more time, he felt a sharp pain and a wave of nausea. Then, with a BLERGH, he vomited a mouthful of fluid mixed with fresh blood.

Sylvia gasped when she saw it. ’If this keeps up, she’s going to kill him!’

’Is this world’s Melody a lunatic?! How can she be so vicious!’

Sylvia didn’t dare delay. Trembling, she pulled out her phone. She was too scared to make a call, so she quietly composed a text to the police instead.

Seeing Winston spit up blood, Melody frowned in dissatisfaction. "Hey, did you do that on purpose? You got my carpet all dirty! I guess you’re just asking for more!"

Then Melody grabbed Winston by the hair, clenched her fist, and slammed it into his face several times!

"AH! AH!"

Winston was hit in the temple, and his mind grew hazy. He subconsciously thought, ’There isn’t even a carpet here... If you want to hit me, just say it. Why make up an excuse...’

By the time Melody had finished venting her anger, Winston’s face was a mass of purple bruises. He looked even worse than Nina had.

Melody didn’t want a death on her hands, so she let him go for now.

Seeing her chance, Sylvia scrambled over to Winston. As she struggled to help him up, she shouted at Melody, "Melody Summers! How dare you assault a member of the Reconstruction Department! I’ve already reported you to the police. Y-You just wait! You’re going to prison!"

Melody sneered. Without a word, she strode forward, grabbed Sylvia by the hair, and viciously backhanded her twice. "I was so focused on him that I forgot about you, huh? And you still have the nerve to yell at me!"

With a sharp SLAP! SLAP!, Sylvia was left completely stunned by Melody’s assault.

Clutching her red, swollen cheeks, she stared blankly at Melody, her face a mask of utter disbelief—

’Melody actually dared to hit her!’

Seeing Sylvia get hit, Winston wailed anxiously, "No! Don’t hit her! Don’t you touch Sylvia!"

Now that the effects of the electric shock were wearing off, the pins-and-needles sensation racking Winston’s body had lessened considerably. He struggled up from the floor and limped toward Sylvia.

Winston and Sylvia helped each other to their feet. Seeing the clear handprints on Sylvia’s face, Winston’s heart ached.

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