Too Late to Hold Me Back novel Chapter 79

“Don’t worry, I’m not going to kill her. I’m not that stupid,” Mara said calmly.

“Honey, don’t do anything rash. It’s not worth it,” Lacey added, worried.

“It’s fine, Mom.”

Mr. Mercer, Mrs. Mercer, help me!”

Rachel was terrified. The only reasons she had endured the abuse were to keep her job to support her family and to look after Miss Mira.

But if she was dead, it would all be for nothing.

But Mara still grabbed Rachel’s arm with one hand.

“Aaargh—!”

With a piercing scream, Rachel’s arm was bent at a sickeningly unnatural angle…

Even as Rachel was telling her the story, Mira was pulling up the surveillance footage on her phone.

She knew Rachel might be downplaying things to protect her.

Mara was a monster; she had always known that.

But what Mira hadn’t expected, even in her second life, was that Mr. and Mrs. Mercer could condone their daughter’s violent acts and then continue on as if nothing had happened, all smiles and harmony.

At least, Mira had never seen this side of them before Mara was brought back into the family.

Was this the result of Mara’s brainwashing, or was this their true, rotten nature?

This went beyond favoritism; this was a complete loss of basic human decency.

To associate with people like this, to hope they would ever come back to her side, was a complete delusion.

No wonder that in her past life, she had exhausted herself trying to win them back, only to fail in the end.

The next part of the video showed Mr. and Mrs. Mercer arranging for Rachel to be taken to the hospital.

It wasn't out of a sudden pang of conscience, but because they didn’t want things to get out of hand. They were cleaning up their daughter’s mess.

Mira stopped watching. “Rachel, pack your things. You’re leaving with me.”

“Miss, if we leave, where will we go?”

“Don’t worry about that. Just trust me.”

Mira suddenly raised her hand and began slapping Mara across the face, left and right.

“Ah! Ah! Let me go! You’re insane! Dad, Mom, help me! Brother, help me!”

The family, finally reacting, rushed over, but the gate was locked. They could only watch in horror through the gaps in the decorative ironwork as Mara was beaten.

“Help! Help!”

Despite her bloodcurdling screams, Mira didn't stop.

After a few moments of hitting her face, she switched targets, her fists landing one after another on Mara’s body.

She had wanted to beat Mara for a long time—not just for what she did to Rachel, but for the accumulated resentment of two lifetimes.

“Stop it! Stop! Stop it right now! Mira, have you lost your mind? She’s your sister!” Lacey cried hysterically.

“What’s the matter? I’ve only hit her a few times and you’re already heartbroken? When your daughter had someone beat Rachel, I didn’t see you trying to stop it,” Mira retorted as she continued to hit her.

“You ungrateful child! You were born to be my enemy! Hitting your own sister for a servant!”

“What’s wrong with a servant? Are servants not people? Just because she earns a few dollars from you, does that mean your daughter can do whatever she wants to her? You think because you’re rich and powerful, you can bully anyone?”