Save Myself From Desperation by Cara Agnes novel Chapter 287

Furious and indignant, Jessica burst into tears as she rushed over to complain to Evan, "Dad, look at Ashley..."

But before she could finish her words, Ashley swung the ruler again.

Another hit on Jessica.

"Ah!" Jessica cried out in pain, covering the area that was just struck, her eyes filled with horror as she looked at Ashley.

She recalled Ashley's earlier words. "One more word, and I'll hit you up as well."

This wasn't an empty threat. Ashley was genuinely willing to hit her!

"Ashley, you..." Jessica had barely uttered two words when she saw Ashley raise the ruler again. She was instantly terrified, screamed in fear, and raised her hands to cover her head, no longer daring to make a sound.

Bertha got up from the floor and ran over to protect Jessica, glaring at Ashley. She was about to reprimand her, but when she met Ashley's icy and stern gaze, she was scared into silence.

Bertha thought, 'This troublemaker, this ingrate. She has crossed the line!

'It's like she is bent on turning this family upside down.'

The commotion in the living room attracted the servants of Ramos Villa. However, the Ramos family had fallen on hard times, and many servants had been dismissed. Only a few elderly ones remained.

Seeing the situation, Clark casually blocked the way to the living room entrance.

A burly man close to seven feet tall stood there, exuding a strong sense of oppression. The frightened servants dared not approach and only peeked their heads in, assuming some family matter was going on.

Inside the living room, Bertha sheltered Jessica and cowered timidly on the side, glaring at Ashley but not daring to voice her anger.

Seeing them like this, Evan felt deeply distressed. However, with his own face throbbing in pain, blood seeping from his battered mouth, and a missing front tooth, he glared at Ashley with eyes almost popping out. "You... All of this just for the sake of Miranda..."

He stopped, then thought to himself, 'This scoundrel actually struck us all for the sake of Miranda.

'Who does she think she is, laying hands on us? She's the one who should be taking the hits!'

Evan clenched his teeth. If Ashley valued her friend Miranda so much, he could use that against her more effectively.

"Where's Miranda? Tell me now." Ashley stared at Evan with an icy gaze, suddenly noticing him discreetly concealing his phone in his pocket.

Her eyes narrowed, and she approached, reaching for Evan's phone.

Evan tried to avoid her.

Ashley swung the ruler again, and Evan screamed in pain, covering his swollen face with both hands.

Taking advantage of the moment, Ashley took his phone.

Two unread messages were displayed.

Ashley clicked on it. The first one was a video. She clicked play immediately.

The next moment, as she saw the content, Ashley was shocked.

The video showed a scene in what seemed to be a dilapidated old warehouse. Miranda was tied up, cowering in a corner with fear. Her hair was disheveled, and her eyes were filled with terror and panic.

At this moment, a man with a fierce look, covered in tattoos on his arms and chest, walked over. He held a steel pipe and was about to strike Miranda.

Miranda was so frightened that she closed her eyes and screamed.

Ultimately, the steel pipe stopped a few inches above her head.

Seeing Miranda scared and shaking, the tattooed man burst into laughter as if he enjoyed scaring her for his own entertainment.

The video ended at this point.

After reading the agreement, Ashley expressionlessly tossed it back into Evan's arms.

Evan immediately frowned. "What's this attitude of yours? Ashley, don't think you're at a loss. I am your father, and the Ramos family has provided you for two years. Repaying us is only right and proper."

After Evan finished speaking, he slammed the agreement onto the table, scolding coldly, "Sign it now. And about earlier, you used a ruler to hit me and even struck Jessica. This is outrageous! You dared to lay hands on your own father! You must apologize to us."

"Apologize?" Ashley suddenly chuckled, slightly lifting her lashes, revealing a momentary glint in her eyes. She set down the ruler.

Seeing her put down the ruler, Evan, with smugness on his face, pointed at the agreement on the table. "You're finally being sensible. Once you sign it, I'll have them release Miranda."

However, Ashley abruptly approached Evan the next instant, seized his hair, and forcefully pressed his head down. She then smashed his head onto the glass coffee table.

A loud crash!

The glass shattered, and blood spilled out.

Evan's forehead was hit, now red and swollen, with blood gushing out.

In an instant, the living room echoed with Evan's agonizing screams. He fell to his knees in pain.

"Evan!" Bertha rushed over in anguish, witnessing Evan's face contorted in pain, gasping for breath, foaming at the mouth, and unable to utter a word.

Witnessing this scene, the servants outside the living room were left dumbfounded. Ashley, who had been mistreated in this household, had seemingly reversed the roles? Should they intervene?

However, with Clark blocking the way, the elderly servants dared not approach without permission.

At this moment, the security guard at the door stumbled over, witnessing the chaotic scene in the living room. It took him a few seconds to remember his duty. "Mr. Ramos, Mr. Kingsley...Mr. Kingsley has arrived!"

Evan was in extreme agony but disregarded the pain at the mention of "Mr. Kingsley." He asked, "Which Mr. Kingsley?"

The security guard swallowed nervously, reporting, "It's Mr. Valentin Kingsley! Mr. Kingsley has arrived!"