Chapter 657:
As for you, what do you have to offer that could compete with her?â
Evitaâs eyes widened in shock. She couldnât believe Harlee would humiliate her like this, all for a nanny.
At that moment, a deep sense of shame washed over her.
âMrs. Juarez,â Harleeâs voice was steady, but there was an edge to it as she looked down at Evita, who was clearly torn. With a cold, mocking smile, she asked, âDoes hearing this make you feel sad?â
Evita clutched her chest, gazing upward in distress, her lips trembling. She tried to speak but could only manage to say, âHarleeâ¦â
Harleeâs laughter rang out, sharp and clear.
âGood. Itâs good that youâre sad.
After all, thatâs how you treated my mother. When she tried to win back your affection with nothing but sincerity, you sent her spiraling into despair by telling her that a daughter raised for over twenty years is not as good as Elvinâs wife. She bore that pain and still treated you with kindness for so many years.
However, it was all for nothing.
Fortunately, my mom has seen the light and is no longer trapped in the past. So, listen well, Mrs. Juarez, itâs not that she is unfilial. Itâs that you are not worth it.â
Evita froze, her body going rigid as if struck by a blow.
A similar scene from years ago flashed in her mind. Yet, the harsh words werenât coming from Harlee but from her.
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She suddenly remembered what she had said to Skyla after Elvinâs wedding. In fact, her words had been even crueler and more unreasonable than Harleeâs.
Evita reflected on how, for the past twenty years, she had always put Valentina on a pedestal, showering her with favor while treating Skyla, her own flesh and blood, with nothing but cold disregard and a never-ending list of demands.
Harlee was only echoing the words Evita had once spoken to Skyla.
Confusion clouded Evitaâs eyes, a mixture of disbelief and regret. Why had she always made things so difficult for her daughter, all to please Valentina, an outsider?
Noting the shift in Evitaâs expression, Valentina feared her grip on Evita was slipping. She quickly ended her livestream, abandoning the chance to make more money. She rushed over to Evitaâs side, her voice dripping with feigned concern.
âEvita, how are you feeling? You donât look well. Why donât weâ¦â
Before Valentina could finish, Evita spun around and slapped Valentina twice. The first slap left Valentina stunned, her eyes wide in disbelief. She never saw the second coming. The force of it left her with five distinct red imprints on her cheek.
For a brief moment, a fierce glint flashed in Valentinaâs eyes, but it quickly dissolved into a look of disbelief and sorrow as she turned her gaze to Evita.
However, all she saw in Evitaâs eyes was a deep well of disapproval.
Beneath her sleeve, Valentinaâs fingers curled into a fist, gripping the fabric so tightly that it felt as though her coat might tear apart.
Her mind raced in fury.
How dare this old woman slap her!
Evita didnât miss the sharp flicker of malice in Valentinaâs eyes. It left her stunned, her confusion growing, but there was no spark of realization in her expression. To Evita, Valentina simply wasnât capable of that kind of malice.
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