This time, Sheryl didn't want Melissa to get away so easily. At the very least, she believed Melissa was a senior worthy of respect. As an adult, she had to be responsible for the mistakes she made.
What Sheryl really wanted was to teach her a lesson. Pressing her lips together, she glared at Melissa pointedly as she thought of how she could punish her.
Getting cautious, Melissa grew alert as she looked straight into Sheryl's grim eyes—her heart seemed to sink, and she couldn't help but let her legs tremble. The Sheryl in front of her was like someone entirely new. No matter how hard she was on Sheryl, the latter had always surrendered eventually, in the interest of avoiding a long and bigger problem. Now, it seemed that Sheryl couldn't care less about Melissa's position as senior of the family, leaving no room for compromise.
Throughout the silence, Sheryl didn't pull her eyes off Melissa once. While Melissa put on a tough facade, Sheryl ran out of patience and began speaking. "Mom, I think you've had too much leisure time. It's brought you low. Now, you're not only lazy, but too bad-tempered! You were so bored that you resorted to beating the kids for fun? How about this. If you're so good at playing cards, you should take advantage of your skill and make a living on it. It must be challenging enough to pull you out of boredom. If you don't, I'll get Charles to stop providing you any finances for the next half-year."
Melissa's confused face turned livid. Her heart stopped shrinking as anger rose in her chest. Numerous things began running through her head—Sheryl had no right to make Charles do that. And without money, Melissa couldn't survive a single day and she knew it. Considering that, she couldn't help but react aggressively to Sheryl's intimidation.
Almost in despair, Melissa burst into a fit of rage. Her face twisted into something monstrous as she shouted angrily at Sheryl, "Who the hell do you think you are? You have no right to restrain my way of living! I'm warning you, Sheryl, don't get too conceited!" Her lips trembled as she yelled and her brows creased into a hideous frown. Not wanting to appear threatened, Melissa made it clear that she wouldn't allow Sheryl to do such a thing.
"I'm conceited? How dare you say that! You ungrateful wretch! You're the one who's been conceited all this time! You never know how to reflect and admit to your own mistakes! I don't want to argue with you, but I'm warning you, if you keep this attitude up, you won't be getting any money for much longer than half a year!"
It was no surprise that Melissa almost blew up just at Sheryl's words. Pointing at her accusingly, she shouted, "Well, let's see whether or not my son will allow you to insult me like this! You're a crazy woman!"
"You're so full of yourself. Did you forget how badly you treated the kids? Why don't you worry about whether or not my husband will forgive you for that?" she challenged back angrily. With that, Sheryl paused and glared at Melissa fiercely—she knew it was useless to reason with her. All she intended was for Melissa to feel threatened and surrender for once.
Then, she continued, "Let me warn you again. This is a small consequence. If you dare beat the kids again, I won't let you get away with it!"
Making sure Melissa didn't miss a single word, Sheryl pronounced every syllable in her sentence slowly and clearly. Every word from Sheryl's mouth hit Melissa like a rock, leaving pits in her heart. Once again, Melissa was left speechless, wearing a pale face, barely managing to stand on her own two feet.
Seeing how ready Sheryl was to turn against her with determination, Melissa realized that there was no space left for her to negotiate anymore.
It was concerning.
Feeling helpless, Melissa dropped her head low, still trying to resist resigning herself to Sheryl's unfair deal. Recalling how submissive Sheryl normally was to her, she couldn't bear letting Sheryl rein over her. Suddenly, Melissa clenched her fists, as if she was preparing to strike Sheryl by surprise.
In truth, she wanted to ignore the consequences and shout at the younger woman to release her anger.
But Melissa didn't get a chance. With that, Sheryl turned and left in an instant without giving Melissa a second look.
As she watched Sheryl's retreating figure, Melissa was left at a loss, not knowing how to react.
All she could do was clench her fists tighter as she fixed her glare straight through Sheryl's back, inwardly cursing her and hoping for her downfall.
Meanwhile, a Rolls-Royce zoomed like a bullet on the highway.
It was too dangerous to drive a car so fast even. Luckily, it wasn't a peak hour when many people got off duty. The car seemed to go at high speed without a single pause.
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