NovelEnglishThe True Mistress Has A Thousand Hidden Identities
Chapter 158 - Are You Trying To Force Me To Death?Chapter 158: Are You Trying To Force Me To Death?
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These accusations filled Phoebe’s ears. Under countless scornful gazes, she turned livid. As shame seized her, she couldn’t bear it anymore and pushed others away to run out of the computer room.
But no one went to chase her.
Sheldon was Phoebe’s elder brother. No one had thought that she would do such a thing to hurt her own brother.
However, the result shocked everyone.
What she did was a real eye-opener.
Claire got up from the chair, stretched herself, and moved her body.
Then, she walked up to Dora, patted her head, and curled the corners of her lips with pleasure. “Well, good job.”
“Ahh…” Dora clutched her chest and almost jumped up with excitement. “Claire just praised me!”
The school bell rang and everyone ran back to the class.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtClaire left the computer room and went to the bathroom.
She unscrewed the faucet to wash her hands, and then took out a tissue to wipe her hand. When she turned around, a figure stood in her way.
It was Phoebe.
There was no one else in the bathroom during class time.
Her hands hanging on her sides were clenched into fists, and she stared at Claire viciously.
Claire narrowed her eyes, and a dangerous gleam flickered in her eyes. “Wanna fight?”
Phoebe endured for a while and finally compromised. She loosened her fists, lowered her head feebly, and pleaded. “I was wrong. I can apologize to you. Please, don’t tell my family…”
Claire threw the tissue into the trash can. “Too late. I’ve already sent these materials home.”
Phoebe raised her head with a jerk, her pupils shrunk. “You… how can you do this?”
“Why can’t I?” Claire raised her eyebrows.
Not bothering to waste time on her, she walked around her and stepped out.
Phoebe roared behind her. “Are you trying to force me to death?!”
Claire paused, tilted her head slightly, and threw a cold smile at her. “Why didn’t you think about this when you paid the journalist to fabricate this scandal?”
Phoebe gaped at her, at a loss for words. She felt like her throat was blocked by a piece of cotton, and she couldn’t make any sound.
Even after school was over, everyone was still discussing this matter.
Phoebe returned home, but stopped at the door.
She clenched the strap of her schoolbag, feeling anxious. She had no courage to go in.
It was okay. Her mom and dad loved her so much and treated her like the apple of their eyes. As long as she cried, they definitely would not bear to blame her.
They would just scold her a little at the worst.
Phoebe comforted herself, then raised her foot again and walked into the house.
In the living room, the atmosphere was depressing.
Allen and Ada were sitting on the sofa, their faces gloomy and angry. They were obviously waiting for her.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmPhoebe took a deep breath, her voice trembling. “Mom, Dad…”
Allen raised his head and glared at her darkly.
Phoebe’s heart twitched.
She had never seen her father show such a look.
Allen stood up, walked to her with a document, and asked her coldly. “I heard that you were the one who cooked up the news about Claire and your brother. Is it true?”
“Dad, I didn’t mean to do it. I just wanted to…” Phoebe bit her lips tightly, preparing to squeeze out a few tears.
At this moment, Allen suddenly raised his hand and slapped her severely.
The slapping sound was loud and clear, echoing throughout the hall.
Her cheeks instantly flushed.
Ada exclaimed. “Allen! You…”
The servants were also terrified.
“Don’t you try to protect her!” Allen threw the file on Phoebe and shouted. “B*stard! How could you do this to your own brother?!”
Phoebe’s legs were weak, and she fell to the ground with a plop, clutching her aching cheek. and started crying.
Since her childhood, Dad had never beaten her!
She really panicked now.
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