Chapter 314 Fury
Instead, the heiresses took the side of the one who wanted to bleed them dry. The truth blindsided them so badi that Hazel spewed blood once more. It was too much for her to handle; she’d lost count of how many tinyes her rationality had snapped today.
Soon, her rage roared to life.
Stefan and Cynthia came in. They found out why Hazel was in a hurry. She was looking for Evan’s diary. Now she knew she’d been horribly wrong all this time, and regret was catching up to her.
Hazel’s regret didn’t delight her parents. Instead, they held her in utter contempt. “It’s too late for regrets now I’m afraid,” Stefan grunted darkly. He thought, ‘Curse her! Regret? After all this time? After he cut all ties with you?’
The thought fueled his rage further as Stefan roared, “You had a chance to make things right, but you didn’t! You just had to jump off the cliff, and now you’re divorced! He’s cut all ties with us because of you! Why aren’t you laughing? Shouldn’t you be happy?
“God, you have no shame! You’d abandon your family, your marriage, and your vows for that beast! You’ve ruine the family’s good name! I’d have slaughtered you where you stood if you were livestock. It’s just my rotten luck that you’re my get.”
Cynthia said nothing, but she slapped Hazel as hard as she could. Everyone was astonished. Even Stefan gave his wife a look of surprise because all he did was scold Hazel, even at the height of his displeasure.
No one imagined that Cynthia would resort to violence. A woman as warm and gentle as Cynthia would never use violence as a means to an end unless she was enraged beyond recognition.
Cynthia gave her daughter an icy glare. “This is how you lost Evan.”
Her mother’s rebuke hit Hazel like a truck, and it crashed into her friends just as hard. The heiresses thought they were gasping for air. Hazel’s pupils were no bigger than pinpoints now.
Yes, she slapped Evan in the ward that day. So, he left. They had gotten into a fight because of the pendant, so Hazel slapped him to defend Zeke. Then, Evan brought up the estrangement, while Hazel used the grace period as
a counter.
Hazel’s heart sank further and further as she thought, ‘He must’ve lost all hope in me.’
To everyone’s surprise, Hazel didn’t react after the slap. She just looked away in silence. Her hair covered up her face, keeping her expression hidden. Still, her trembling shoulders told everyone what they needed to know-she was crying.
“Think long and hard about what you did.” Cynthia shot her daughter a glare of absolute disappointment. She was about to leave, but she turned and said, “Evan called to warn you to stay away from Zeke. He’s dangerous.”
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