NovelEnglishAs everyone froze in shock, Zoey snatched the teapot from the coffee table and in an instant, scalding hot tea cascaded over
Wendy's head.
"Ah! Ahhh!"
Wendy's screams tore through the air as her skin reddened from the burn.
The rest of the Bennitts, seated nearby, were slow to react. After a few seconds, they rose to their feet and charged toward Zoey.
"Have you lost your damn mind, woman?"
With only a cane for support, Zoey stood no chance against them.
Just as she was about to be shoved to the ground, Cornelia stepped forward to steady her.
Omar cto Cornelia's side, silently blocking the advancing Bennitts.
The Bennitts sneered, "Mr. Casson, what's this supposed to mean?"
Omar, looking at Zoey with a calm demeanor, said, "State your purpose.”
Zoey's eyes were bloodshot, her palms smeared with blood.
"lI want Ozzy back," she rasped, her voice hoarse and broken. Her clothes were drenched, and no one knew what she had endured
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To the Haskins and the Bennitts, she might as well have been deranged.
But Zoey ignored their judgments, her gaze fixed on Fitch.
"She took Ozzy from me, | want her to give him back."
Fitch frowned instantly. "Your mutt? Why would Wendy bother stealing that?"
His words diminished Ozzy's worth to nothing.
Zoey was already aware of his disdain, but his words still cut deep.
She thought she was beyond tears, yet now, her whole body ached with the sting of them.
She tried to speak, her lips quivering. Finally, she blinked back tears and feigned composure.
"I have surveillance footage. She cto my place and took Ozzy."
"Enough!"
Fitch was done listening to her wild accusations. Even if Wendy was out of line, she wouldn't stoop to theft.
"Do you have any idea how much Wendy's pets cost? She wouldn't be caught dead with a mutt."
Zoey stood frozen, as if struck by a paralyzing blow.
Cornelia couldn't stand it anymore.
"Can't you just look at her evidence? Maybe Wendy really did cover to steal the dog."
The other Bennitts chimed in then.
"So you're saying, Wendy, fresh from her trip abroad, would steal a mutt from a woman she barely knows? Wendy's pets are
imported, costing us twenty grand to fly them in. If you're going to slander her, at least pick a believable story."
"Yeah, you might treasure your mutt like gold, but not everyone's like you."
As the Bennitts finished speaking, they turned to Wendy, who was still sobbing.
"Wendy, how's the pain? Still hurting?"
The tea had been hot, but not hot enough to blister.
Wendy was starting to feel better after the initial shock.
A sly smile crept across her face; she had anticipated Zoey might go mad over a dog.
When she found out that Ozzy had been adopted by Zoey and Fitch together, jealousy consumed her, prompting her to pay a visit.
After tormenting Zoey, she felt quite pleased with herself.
Now, Wendy had to play her part—look pitiful, look fragile—so everyone would see Zoey as nothing but a lovesick lunatic.
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She covered her face, feigning despair.
The Bennitts were livid, glowering at Zoey.
Zoey had experienced Wendy's vicious tactics before, her fingertips trembling with rage.
She remembered a photo she received just fifteen minutes earlier—a bowl of braised meat, accompanied by a text from Wendy.
[Made this with that useless mutt from your house. Can't wait to serve it up at dinner for everyone to enjoy.]
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