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Surviving Alone

Maids had gathered there at his cries and her yelling.

"What happened, Daniel?" Amelia came, shouting while rushing inside the kitchen.

Her eyes widened by watching her son's burned hand, who was yelping in pain.

"How did this happen?"

"This bitch threw the boiling water on my palm," He uttered.

Amelia ordered a staff girl to treat his son's palm and called the doctor and then she snapped her eyes at Melanie who showed no fear or hesitancy in accepting she had done it.

"How fucking dare you do it to my son?" She seethed

"Because your bastard of a son tried to touch me inappropriately," Melanie stated, courageously.

Amelia gritted her teeth and then clutched a fist of her hair and pulled them harshly, making her hiss.

"And that's what sluts like you deserve," Amelia barked at her face, while pulling her hair more badly.

Melanie clenched her jaw to endure that aching pain in her head.

"Then that's what a pathetic rascal like your son deserves for touching a slut without her con
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