Chapter 218
Outside the villa.
Before the car even stopped, Emily heard the sound of piano music.
In the entire Winston family mansion, only the piano she had recently purchased could make that sound. Who dared to touch her piano!
Emily flung the car door open and hurried to the entrance of the living room.
Her gaze shot through the doorway and landed on the small, pink figure at the piano.
That figure looked strikingly similar to Haley.
What right did that woman's daughter have to play her piano!
Before she fully realized what she was doing, Emily had stormed into the living room and pushed Angela aside.
Angela had been playing the piano, her fingers sweeping over the keys, almost there... just a little more, and she would have figured out the problem...
But then, a sudden force hit her.
She was knocked over from her seat.
The stool was designed for adults, high off the ground, and when Angela fell, she let out a cry of pain.
"Who is this brat daring to touch my piano!" fumed Emily.
The sight of Angela's face, so similar to Haley's, brought up unpleasant memories from her childhood.
It was because of that prettier face that Haley had been the belle of every school they attended, while she was always 'the belle's sister.'
After all these years, the old grudge she thought she'd left behind was reignited by this little brat.
In a rage, Emily lifted her hand and hit down hard.
"Angela, move!"
Owen was stunned by the scene unfolding in his home.
He never imagined Emily would dare cause such a scene here.
Before he realized what was happening, Angela was on the floor, and Emily had her hand raised.
His mind went blank, all he could do was rush over and scoop Angela into his arms.
"Smack!"
A crisp slap echoed across the room as it landed on Owen's face.
The sound of the slap reverberated through the living room, jolting Emily out of her fury.
What had she done...?
She had actually struck Owen...
Ivan descended the stairs from his study, his entrance framed by the scene unfolding before him.
A frosty glare emanated from his eyes.
Step by step, he came down, his icy presence spreading through the room...
"I'm sorry, Owen, I didn't mean to..." Emily's voice trembled.
When Owen was little, she would pinch him without a second thought, and never worried about the consequences.
But ever since Owen grew older and knew better, she hadn't laid a finger on him, she didn't dare to do so...
Because Ivan cared about the two boys too much...
Emily's shaky hand reached out to touch Owen's slightly swollen face.
Just as her hands were about to touch him, Owen bit her, "Wicked witch! You monster, get out of my house! Get out!"
He pushed Emily away with force.
Angela took his hand gently, stroking his cheek.
Owen's volatile temper quieted down, grateful to Angela for holding his hand.
He was relieved it wasn't Angela who had been hit. If her delicate face had swollen up, he would've made Emily pay a hundredfold.
And Emily, she knew she had made a grave mistake.
She shouldn't have barged in so rashly.
She shouldn't have raised her hand against the little girl.
And she definitely shouldn't have slapped Owen...
Her gaze lifted to Ivan who was descending step by step, and her heart sank with dread.
Blinking back tears, the tears betrayed her effort as they fell, "Ivan, I truly didn't mean it, I never intended to hit Owen, never..."
"Then who were you planning to hit?" Ivan's voice was laced with chilling firmness.
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