Chapter 432
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“Christina, have you lost your mind?” Yvonne shrieked, her face ashen as she darted forward. She grabbed Christina’s arm, trying to wrench her hand off Lorraine’s wrist. “Let go! Do you even realize what you’ve done? Lorraine is Mrs. Miller’s goddaughter! You’ve just stirred up trouble—and you won’t walk away from this unscathed!”
Yvonne threw her weight into prying Christina’s fingers loose, but it was like trying to bend iron. Christina’s grip on Lorraine’s wrist didn’t waver—not even slightly.
Lorraine, red-faced and seething, yanked at her arm in vain. Her frustration boiled over. With her free hand, she tried again to slap Christina, but Christina was faster. She batted Lorraine’s hand aside effortlessly and struck again. The second slap rang out louder than the first, sharp and unrelenting.
The room fell deathly silent, as if the air itself had frozen in disbelief. Christina had slapped Lorraine twice, right in front of everyone. At this point, no one—not even someone with influence—could shield Christina from the consequences.
“Christina… Are you insane?” Yvonne gasped, her voice trembling with theatrical horror. “How could you hit Lorraine again? Do you not fear the Miller family’s wrath? Get on your knees this instant and apologize—to Lorraine and Mrs. Miller!”
Yvonne’s words were laced with urgency, but the sparkle in her eyes betrayed her. Deep down, she was thrilled. The more recklessly Christina behaved in front of Celine, the better. She doubted Celine would let Christina off the hook for this.
“Shut your mouth.” Christina’s voice cracked like a whip, and she delivered a slap to Yvonne without hesitation.
Yvonne had been secretly basking in what she thought was Christina’s downfall, her smirk barely concealed. But the sudden strike wiped it clean off her face. She staggered, stunned, her mind scrambling for reason. Why her? She’d only been watching the chaos unfold—she hadn’t lifted a hand. Why was she being hit?
Still dazed, she looked to Christina, confusion etched across her face.
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Christina let out a low, amused laugh. “No reason,” she said coolly. “Just felt like it.”
Yvonne’s chest heaved with fury, her pride erupting into a violent cough. She was livid. This woman was unhinged.
Even Celine looked caught off guard. She hadn’t expected Christina to so casually—and confidently—slap both Lorraine and Yvonne in front of everyone.
“Celine…” Lorraine whimpered, eyes glassy, her voice trembling as she clutched her flushed cheek. Sympathy stirred among the onlookers.
But Celine merely sighed. “This situation is indeed your fault, Lorraine,” she said, her tone steady. “You owe Miss Jones an apology.”
Lorraine blinked, stunned into silence. Apologize? After being slapped—twice? Gasps swept through the crowd. Celine wasn’t defending Lorraine at all.
And Celine wasn’t furious at Christina! Whispers erupted as everyone tried to make sense of what they were witnessing and who Christina really was.
“Mrs. Miller isn’t holding her accountable? Who is she, really? There’s more than just being the adopted daughter from the Jones family—that much is obvious now.”
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