Chapter 342 Patricia Clashes with Charlotte
Randy's newly calmed emotions surged again at the sight of her.
He wriggled out of Patricia's arms and dashed toward Charlotte. Patricia reached out too late to catch him - her grasp met only air.
"You wicked woman, it!" Randy said. "It was you... why would you...?"—"
Before he could finish, Charlotte lashed out with a kick tokicked Randy's belly, sending his small body tumbling through the air.
"Randy..."
Patricia's cry was sharp!" Patricia cried as she scrambled and crawled over to him, lifting him from the floor, her hands trembling as she checked on him.
"Randy, how are you? Are you alright, baby?"
Randy's pale cheeks were twisted in pain as he held his belly where the kick had landed, tears spilling down his face.
"Mommy, my tummy... it hurts so much..."
Patricia quickly lifted his shirt, revealing a clear footprint just above his navel, ominously close to the scar from his recent surgery.
Just inches, mere A couple of more inches, and Charlotte's kick would have hit Randy right at his surgical wound.
Patricia's heart broke. Rage boiled up within her, uncontrolled and fathomless.
Rage boiled up within her, uncontrolled and fathomless.
Unaware of her own vulgarity, Charlotte flicked at ther shoe thatshe had just kicked Randy, with. "You almost ruined my shoes. These were a gift from Hunter. If they got dirty, I'd have your head."
Her words were spoken with a breezy cruelty, as if the nephew she'd just kicked was nothing more than an insignificanta stranger.
Patricia's anger surged to its zenith.
With a strength she didn't know she had, she released Randy, charged at Charlotte, and threw her to the ground. Straddling her, Patricia began to pummel her face relentlessly, roars of fury piercing the air.
Roars of fury pierced the air.
"You witch! If you've got a problem, take it out on me!. Why hurt my boy? He's just five, fresh out of surgery. Why would you kick him? At the end of the day, he's your own flesh and blood,He's your nephew! Why would you do this? Why… Oh..."…"
Patricia's howls were punctuated by the sharp slaps of, and her fury unleashed upon Charlotte's face.
The force of Patricia's rage found its outlet in her flailing palms.
Charlotte, her head spinning with stars, was defenseless and stunned.
In no time at all, her cheeks swelled, and her mouth split, blood oozing out.
Even after a frenzied outpouring of anger, Patricia wasn't satisfied. Her hands tightly gripped Charlotte's throat as she repeatedly slammed her head on the floor.
The back of Charlotte's head struck the tiled floor with echoing thuds.
Randy, petrified by the sight of his mothermommy in a rage, forgot to cry, sitting frozen on the floor as Patricia rendered Charlotte unable to fight back.
Their commotion alerted the subordinates outside.
Upon entering and catching sight of the scene, they gasped in shock before quickly pulling Patricia away.
Charlotte looked like a lunatic, her carefully coiffed bun undone, her face a palette of reds and swellings, finger marks distinctly imprinted. Blood was smeared on her clothes and in her hair.
"Grab her,! cCatch that witch... wretch!" Charlotte bellowed. "How dare she strike me...?! I'll make sure she hasgets an ugly end," Charlotte bellowed.."
The subordinates swiftly restrained Patricia.
"Mommy..." Randy's cry was !" Randy screamed, with a mix of fear and desperation. He tried to rush to Patricia, but instead, he was swiftly bound and tossed aside, immobilized.
Likewise, Patricia was tied to a chair, unable to move.
Her gaze bore into Charlotte, eyes redblazing with a vengeance, embodying a feral beast, yearning to tear Charlotte apart.
Charlotte regarded her with utter disdain, casually touching her cheek only to wince in pain sharply.
"Damn that bitch, if I don't. I'll make you pay today, my name isn't Charlotte..."!"
With those words, sheShe spun around and delivered a stinging slap to Patricia.
A resounding smack echoed as Patricia's , causing her head jerkedto jerk to the side, a clear red handprint blooming across her pale skin.
Witnessing his mothermommy being struck, Randy frantically struggled to rise from the floor. Despite his efforts, he was powerless, only managing a helpless, furious cry. "You're awfulevil! Stop hitting my mom! Dad's not gonnamommy! Daddy won't let you get away with this..., you terriblebad woman..."."
But Charlotte was unfazed, as if deafDeaf to his words, and sheCharlotte turned to heran underling, demandingsaying, "Hand me a knife."
A pocket knife was quickly presented to her without hesitation.
Bending over Patricia, Charlotte tapped the swollen cheek with the cold blade, questioningly yet rhetorically mused, .
"What's so special about you? Why is Hunter so obsessed? ?" she said, lost in their disturbing reverie. "It has to be that face of yours. What if I were to ruin it? Would he still care for you then?"
Her tone was that of someone lost in their own disturbing reverie, akin to a lunatic trapped in their thoughts.
Patricia's breath hitched in terror as she gazed up at Charlotte. "What are you planning to do? I'm warning you… don't you dare!"
Charlotte's laughter came out in eerie giggles, her shoulders shaking convulsively.
"Oh, scared now, are we? ?" she sneered. "You weren't afraid when you hit me!. Too late for fear," she sneered.to be afraid."
After finishing her taunt, sheShe slapped Patricia again, the other side of her face swelling instantly.
Randy was beside himself, crying and yelling in desperation. "Charlotte... please, I'm begging you! Don't harm my mommy... I'll give you anything you want—money, houses, cars. My daddy has it all, and it can be yours. Just please don't hurt her, Auntie!"
"Charlotte,... please, I'm begging you, don't harm my mom... Anything you want, I'll give you. Money, houses, cars, my dad has it all, and it can be yours, just please don't hurt her..."
For his mother's sake, he even resorted to a term of endearment thatSaying the last word churned his stomach.
Yet,, yet Charlotte remained cold and unfeeling.
She grasped Patricia's hair and yanked her head back forcefully. Staring at her face with a mix of jealousy and hatred, Charlotte hissed through clenched teeth, "I'll ruin your pretty face right now and see if Hunter still wants you."
With that, herHer wrist flicked, and a flash of silver cut through the air.
Patricia's face suddenly stung painfully as a warm liquid cascaded down the contours of her face.
Could it be? HerWas her face ruined?
A sense of utter despair swallowed her whole, plunging her into an abysmal darkness.
Crimson droplets traced her jawline before spattering onto her clothes, blooming into lurid flowers.
This grotesque scene was abrought Charlotte twisted satisfaction for Charlotte.
. A surge of vindictive pleasure coursed through her, a feeling of euphoria like she had never known.
"This is just the appetizer,; the main course is yet to come.... I'm going to disfigure your face so badly, you won't recognize yourself..."," she hissed through clenched teethsaid, raising the pocket knife high above her head, and with.
With a crazed swing, she lashed it down towards Patricia's face—.
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