Claire's slap was unrelenting.
From a young age, she had been accustomed to hard, grueling work, and the strength in her hands was incomparable to that of Vanessa, who had been pampered all her life.
The force of the slap split Vanessa's lip, causing blood to trickle down her chin and stain her carefully chosen white dress.
Vanessa stood there, her mind blank, eyes wide with disbelief as she stared at Claire.
When she finally registered what had happened, a tidal wave of hatred threatened to drown her. She wanted nothing more than to make Claire pay.
"You wretch, how dare you hit me? I'll make sure you pay dearly for this," she screamed, running out of the storage room.
In the living room, Mrs. Linwood was sipping her tea leisurely when Vanessa's shriek startled her to her feet.
A moment later, she saw Vanessa rushing toward her, face in her hands, crying out, "Mom, help me!"
Her cries were filled with helplessness, as if she had suffered a grave injustice.
Mrs. Linwood hurriedly went to her, holding the trembling Vanessa and inspecting her injuries with motherly concern.
When Vanessa uncovered her face, the bright red handprint was impossible to ignore. "Vanessa, what happened?"
Mrs. Linwood's voice quivered with anger, her eyes blazing as she was certain Claire was responsible.
Vanessa, tears streaming down her face, sniffled and complained, "Mom, it was Claire. I went to call her for dinner, and she hit me without a word. What did I do wrong? Why is she targeting me like this?"
Comments
The readers' comments on the novel: Where Petals of Vengeance Bloom