Chapter 185: Chapter 185

Chapter 185:

“Young, is she?” Harlee reacted as if she’d heard the most absurd joke. She slowly lifted the vase.

Seeing this, Etta believed another strike was coming and panicked, screaming, “Harlee… You’re mad! You’re insane! You’re actually going to hit me again?”

Mr. Sanderson, Mrs. Sanderson, you see this, right? This is how Harlee treats me when you’re away.” Etta turned to her family.

Lonnie said, “She deserves it.

Harlee, handle her punishment however you see fit.”

Skyla interjected, “Harlee, please know, I’m absolutely with you.”

Brenton said, “The attention seeker really knows how to put on a scream.”

Kareem laughed.

“Nicely handled, but you should have hit her directly.”

Fleming comforted her, saying, “Go on, Harlee. Show your strength. My medical skills are ready if needed.”

Fletcher’s reaction was overlooked by everyone.

Harlee licked her lips. It had been some time since she’d seen blood, but this vase looked far too valuable, and Etta wasn’t worth wasting something so high-end.

The next instant, Harlee stood up abruptly, seized Etta by the head, and slammed it against the floor.

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With a thud, blood appeared on Etta’s forehead.

Etta screamed in terror, “Ah!”

The sound had barely left Etta’s lips when her collar was seized once more.

“If I hear another sound from you, I won’t hesitate to use more force.”

Etta suppressed her scream.

“Devil! Harlee was a devil!”

Overwhelmed by the shock, Etta fainted right then and there.

Harlee casually let her hair down, glancing at Callie, who still knelt.

“This time, I’ll overlook it for the many years of service you’ve provided to the Sanderson family.

But be warned… Next time, she won’t be so fortunate.”

Harlee was never known for her gentleness. If not for Lonnie’s and Skyla’s presence, Etta might have been severely injured today.

Harlee turned to look back at her family, expecting shock or dismay on their faces, but instead, she saw only concern.

Lonnie approached and placed a comforting hand on her shoulder, his eyes brimming with tears. The silent expression of his fatherly love was deeply felt.

Kareem threw her a handkerchief and said flatly, “Clean your hands. You got your hands dirty from handling someone as disgusting as her.”

Harlee accepted the handkerchief, wiped her hands, and then took a deep breath before saying, “Mom, dad, Brenton, Kareem, Fleming, would you like to come upstairs and try on the outfits?” She was still adjusting to this display of parental affection.

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