Chapter 1592 A Lunatic for Unreachable Love
While everyone stood frozen in shock, Ann grabbed the coffee pot from the table and poured the scalding liquid directly over Elara's head.
Elara's screams pierced the air as the hot coffee turned her skin an angry red.
The other Reed family members sat stunned for several seconds before slowly rising and lunging toward Ann.
"Are you out of your mind?" One of them snarled.
Ann, leaning heavily on her crutch, was no match for their assault.
Just as they shoved her toward the ground, Betty stepped forward to steady her.
Nathan moved to Betty's side, silently blocking the advancing Reed family members.
The Reed family members laughed bitterly. "Mr. White, what exactly are you trying to prove here?"
Nathan studied Ann with calculating eyes, his voice eerily calm. "State your purpose."
Ann's eyes were bloodshot, her palms streaked with crimson. "Give me back Tan."
Her voice came out as a hoarse rasp, her clothes soaked through—no one could tell what hell she'd endured to get here. To the Adams and Reed families, she looked like nothing short of a madwoman.
Ann didn't care about their judgment. She fixed her gaze solely on Paul. "I want her to return Tan. She stole him from me."
Paul's brow furrowed instantly. "That ordinary mutt of yours? Why would Elara bother stealing something so worthless?"
His words reduced Tan to nothing, and though Ann had long known his cruel indifference, the casual dismissal still cut deep.
She thought she was beyond tears, but every nerve in her body screamed with pain.
Her lips trembled as she blinked hard, forcing herself to appear composed. "I have security footage. She came to my apartment and took Tan."
"Enough!" Paul refused to listen to what he saw as delusional rambling. No matter how vindictive Elara could be, she wouldn't stoop to something so petty.
"Do you have any idea what one of Elara's pets costs? She doesn't associate with common strays." Paul snapped.
Ann stood rigid, paralyzed by his words.
Betty couldn't stomach any more of this charade. "Would it kill you to actually look at her evidence? Maybe Elara really did steal the dog."
The other Reed family members immediately jumped to their defense. "Are you suggesting that our Elara, who just returned from abroad, would steal some random woman's mongrel? Elara has her own pets—purebreds flown in from overseas. If you're going to make accusations, at least make them believable."
"Exactly. Just because you treat a common dog like treasure doesn't mean everyone else shares your delusions."
After delivering this cutting remark, the Reed family members turned their attention to Elara, who was still whimpering. "Elara, darling, does it still hurt?"
Though the coffee had been scalding, it hadn't caused serious burns. Elara had weathered the initial shock and was mostly recovered now.
A cruel smile played at the corners of her mouth—she'd anticipated Ann might lose her mind over a mere dog.
When she'd discovered that Ann and Paul had adopted Tan together, jealousy had consumed her, driving her straight to Ann's doorstep.
After thoroughly tormenting Ann, today had turned out rather well.
Now she needed to play her part—the innocent victim, the fragile beauty—ensuring everyone saw Ann as exactly what she was: a lovesick lunatic whose sanity had finally snapped.
"I never stole her dog. I don't even know what she's talking about. My face is burning—am I going to be scarred for life?" She covered her face with trembling hands, the picture of devastation.
The Reed family members glared at Ann with renewed fury. Ann had experienced Elara's vicious games before, and now her fingertips shook uncontrollably.
She remembered the photo she'd received fifteen minutes earlier—a bowl of cooked meat with Elara's accompanying message: [Made this from your useless little pet. I'll be serving it at dinner tonight for everyone to enjoy.]
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