Chapter 187: Chapter 187

Chapter 187:

Etta gazed obsessively at Rhys’ photo on her phone.

“Rhys… The sole heir of the Green family. This man suits me perfectly.”

Seeing this, Callie reacted with alarm, clutching Etta’s hand.

“Etta, what are you planning? Mr. Green is engaged to Harlee. You mustn’t hold such inappropriate thoughts.”

Callie had thought indulging Etta wouldn’t be a big deal as long as it brought happiness for Etta, but Harlee’s forceful actions earlier had awakened her.

Endless spoiling would only lead her daughter down a destructive path.

“Harlee? Is she all you think about?” Etta impatiently glared at Callie.

“I…” Callie faltered.

Etta abruptly rose to her feet.

“What’s the matter? If you hadn’t been so useless, Harlee wouldn’t have been able to humiliate me earlier. I’m warning you, stay out of my way.

Either you find a wealthy man to elevate me into high society, or I’ll do it myself.”

The next instant, a sharp slap resounded through the room.

“You!” Etta exclaimed, covering her reddened face.

“How dare you hit me?”

Immediately after, another sharp slap struck Etta’s left cheek, turning it a bright red.

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Etta gripped her cheeks, flinching in pain. She had been slapped! Callie, who had never struck her since she was a child, had just slapped her twice!

“You’re insane! You’ve been bewitched by Harlee just like the Sanderson family! You’re my mother, yet you hit me for Harlee.

Get lost! I don’t want to see you anymore!” Etta yelled.

“It’s precisely because I am your mother that I must do this,” Callie responded, breathing heavily.

“To wake you up and drive those improper thoughts out of your head!”

Then came yet another forceful slap. It appeared Callie was unleashing two decades’ worth of pent-up discipline on Etta all at once.

“Remember, don’t even think about taking what isn’t yours.”

Etta screamed defiantly, “You’ve lost your senses! I won’t speak with you.

Get out…”

Another resounding slap followed.

Etta barely had a chance to react before she collapsed onto the sofa, unconscious. This time, she really was knocked out.

Exhausted and fraught, Callie sank to the floor, punching her own leg in frustration.

“I’m so useless.

How could I fail to teach my kid well!”

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