“They both share the same surname, but why are they so different? Xyla is so honorable, why can’t Emily be the same?”
“Perhaps it’s because of the difference in their mothers’ background.”
“Xyla is so generous and well-manned.”
May was on the verge of exploding in anger after hearing these comments from bystanders, but she could not retort. She could only grit her teeth and try to act angry as she held Emily up and gave her a tight slap.
This slap hurt Emily, but it hurt her even more. Emily did not resist, allowing her mother to slap her. She knew full well that it was impossible for her mother not to hit her this time.
“You wretched fool! I never thought you would actually do such a thing! Didn’t you already promise me that you would get along with Xyla? It wasn’t too long ago when you said that. Did you already forget? You really know how to embarrass me and embarrass our entire Quest family!”
“Emily Quest, what else do you have the nerve to do?”
Enduring the pain, May raised her hand once more and gave Emily a few more slaps.
She kept slapping until finally, blood dripped from the corner of Emily’s mouth, and her face was swollen like a balloon.
Like a bystander, Xyla stood beside Stanley as she watched, feeling exhilarated on the inside.
Delightful!
Just delightful!
Liberating!
How liberating!
This was far better than taking action herself.
Emily kept quiet, allowing May to punish her freely. Tears started rolling down her face like disconnected pearls. A part of the reason was pain, while the other was due to shame and grievance.
Why was the god of fortune never on her side? Why was life always so unfair?
Sensing that it should be enough, May flung Emily to the ground, breathing heavily as she pointed to her. “You brat, get upstairs right now, and reflect on your actions!”
She looked furious on the surface, but on the inside, May’s heart was bleeding.
Emily covered her face fearfully, and hastily ran upstairs with her head lowered.
The show was over.
Xyla gently held the arm of the man beside her and looked at the crowd. “My apologies, due to this little obstruction that was never supposed to happen, we ended up affecting your moods. I will punish myself by drinking three glasses as an apology to everyone.
“Although today has been unpleasant, I hope everyone can return to their seats. Let’s finish this meal together.” Xyla was smiling the whole way, displaying generosity.
By now, the crowd held greater respect for Xyla, everyone giving her a thumbs up in their hearts.
“Xyla, there’s no need for you to apologize to us. After all, it wasn’t you who asked for the trouble,” said a wealthy woman from the crowd.
“Alright, everyone, please return to your seats. I’m sorry about what happened today.” Jeremy’s expression remained solemn.
At this, the crowd continued to discuss the incident as they made their way back to their seats.
Jeremy glared at May. “Go and serve the guests.”
Having said that, his gaze shifted to Xyla with the same stern expression. “Xyla, come with me.”
