My Secret Billionaire: Claiming My Stepsister's Fiancé
“Come here, you stupid girl.”
Poppy whimpered but didn’t resist. She’d learned long ago that struggling only made things worse. Laura dragged her back up the stairs by her hair and flung her across the floor to Penelope’s feet.
“Mother, I can’t feel my face,” Penelope cried, still holding the cheek Poppy had scratched.
“It’s okay, darling. I’ll have Mr. Lu patch it up,” Laura said, brushing her daughter’s hair back.
Poppy laid on the floor, her chest heaved, and she was trying to breathe. She focused on counting, slow and steady, like her doctor taught her.