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When no one invited her to dinner, Elsa’s eyes darkened. She noticed the two priceless bracelets on Lily’s wrist.
Before, Mary had treated her decently. She had once accidentally seen that red jade bracelet in Mary’s jewelry box. It was said Jamie had spent a fortune to win it at auction.
If Mary had given Lily a bracelet, then surely Zoey must have as well. Which meant the other bracelet must have come from Zoey.
She was Simon’s savior. They should have repaid her generously. But whenever she came to dine with the Bale family, neither Zoey nor Mary had ever gifted her such valuable jewelry.
She would be Simon’s wife in the future-the true mistress of the Bale family. Those two priceless bracelets should have been hers. Why should that cheap woman Lily be wearing them?
Yes, Zoey and Mary only treated Lily so well because of the bastard child in her belly. If that child were to disappear, if Lily were to lose her ability to have children. -just like Elsa had-the Bale family and the Luke family would never treasure her again.
Then, all the Bale family’s jewels and riches would belong to Elsa.
After dinner, Jamie, James, and Simon went to Dennis’s study.
Lily had drunk too much water that evening. After chatting for a while with Zoey and Mary, she headed toward the public restroom on the east side of the first floor.
Elsa had been quietly keeping an eye on Lily’s movements.
When she saw Zoey step outside to take a video call from an old friend, and Mary head upstairs to fetch something, she seized her chance and slipped off toward the restroom.
Simon had told her before that the Bale family valued privacy-there were no cameras inside the main house. The restroom, of course, was even less likely to have surveillance.
The floor there was slick. If Lily were to “accidentally” slip and fall, it would look perfectly natural. With no evidence, even if Lily accused her of pushing, it would only sound like slander. She wouldn’t have to pay any price.
And if Lily fell hard enough and miscarried? The consequences would be disastrous. Once the bastard child in Lily’s belly was gone, she would surely be cast out.
Elsa crept forward soundlessly. By then, Lily had already come out of the stall and was at the sink, washing her hands.
There was a mirror above the sink, but Lily had her head bowed, focused on rinsing away the soap. She didn’t notice what was behind her.
As long as Elsa hugged the wall on her way over, Lily wouldn’t see her even if she lifted her head.
Elsa moved more quietly still.
When she finally reached Lily’s back, she suddenly raised her hand and shoved with all her strength, aiming to slam Lily straight into the sharp edge of the sink counter. If her belly hit, the child inside would have no chance of surviving.
She had pictured it already: Lily collapsing in agony, her dress stained scarlet in an instant.
But at the very moment she lunged forward, Lily seemed to have eyes in the back of her head. She twisted swiftly aside, dodging at the last second.
Elsa, however, couldn’t stop herself. She stumbled forward and slammed her own stomach against the edge of the counter, the pain so sharp she doubled over, unable to straighten for a long time.
“Elsa, you really never learn, do you?”
Before Elsa could even catch her breath, Lily grabbed a fistful of her hair and yanked her head back, then slapped her hard across the left cheek!
She thought of how, if not for hearing footsteps in time to react, her own belly would have struck the counter instead. Fury roared through her, loathing burning hotter than ever for this disgusting parasite.
She struck Elsa’s other cheek just as hard, making the swelling symmetrical.
“Slut! How dare you hit me?!”
Elsa had always been adored, pampered by Simon like a treasure. She never imagined Lily would dare strike her -especially when Simon was still in the house.
“Why wouldn’t I dare? I’ll happily hit a slut like you!”
Lily had wanted to do this for a long time. She didn’t care anymore about Elsa being a shameless mistress who had tangled herself up with John.
What she couldn’t forgive was Elsa’s repeated attempts. on her life-again, now, trying to make her miscarry. That was beyond bearing.
She didn’t believe Elsa’s talk of late-stage cancer. It was almost certainly a lie. But she knew Elsa had recently hemorrhaged and undergone a hysterectomy. Her body was nowhere near healed. She could never match Lily in a fight.
And Lily understood well: in a brawl between women, whoever seized the other’s hair first held the advantage.
With her grip on Elsa’s hair, Lily knew she had already won.
Elsa was pinned awkwardly against the sink, unable to move freely. Lily yanked harder on her hair and slammed her against the wall, then laid into her with slap after slap, pouring her full strength into each blow.
“Let go of me, slut!”
Elsa had never suffered humiliation like this. Lily’s hand. cracked across her face again and again until her composure shattered.
She tried to fight back, but her body betrayed her. Her surgery hadn’t healed, her stomach ached from the collision with the counter, and she couldn’t summon any strength at all.
When she opened her mouth to scream, Lily snatched up a filthy rag from the sink and shoved it deep into her mouth.
“Slut!”
Elsa shook with rage, her eyes blazing as if they would spit fire. She clawed the rag out, but whatever was smeared on it left a vile stench in her mouth that made her gag even after spitting it out.
“Let me go! I’m Simon’s savior, the one he cares for most! If he finds out you dared to touch me, he’ll make you pay the worst price imaginable!”
“Oh, so you’ve got that idiot Simon backing you up?”
Lily only sneered. She wasn’t the least bit intimidated.
She jerked harder on Elsa’s hair and smashed her head against the wall.
Elsa’s vision went white with stars. She gasped desperately like a fish flopping on land, barely able to breathe, looking as though she might drop dead at any second.
Lily showed no intention of stopping.
Even after slapping Elsa several more times until her palm burned red and stung, her anger only surged hotter. She recalled James once telling her not to waste her own hands when hitting someone-better to use a tool.
Her gaze swept the room and landed on the trash bin nearby. Without hesitation, she grabbed the heavy container and began smashing it down on Elsa, blow after merciless blow.
“Slut! Stop it, now!”
Elsa’s body convulsed with pain. The more it hurt, the weaker she grew, unable to summon any strength to fight back.
At last, when Lily’s arms tired from wielding the trash bin, she flung it aside and straddled Elsa, her hands. closing around her throat with a deadly grip.
There was no doubt in Elsa’s mind-Lily would strangle her to death.
“Help! Simon, help me!”
Elsa realized that the more she cursed Lily, the harder Lily struck. She didn’t dare keep provoking her with insults. Desperation bled into her voice as she screamed for Simon.
“Save me! Lily’s gone mad, she’s trying to kill me!”
Meanwhile, Simon and James had just returned to the living room from Dennis’s study. When they noticed Elsa wasn’t on the sofa, Simon quickly dialed her number.
The phone lay discarded on the floor, thrown aside by Lily earlier. Elsa struggled desperately, stretching until she finally grasped it and jabbed the answer button.
Her ragged voice burst through the line. “Simon, it hurts so much! Lily won’t stop hitting me-she’s gone insane, she wants to kill me! Save me… I’m in the east restroom…”
“What?”
Simon’s face drained of color.
He knew her body hadn’t recovered from surgery. If Lily truly attacked her, her fragile health would collapse completely. Fear gripped him. Without a second’s delay, he bolted like lightning toward the restroom.
The instant he burst inside, the scene froze him in place. Elsa lay crumpled on the wet floor, disheveled and pitiful, while Lily sat boldly atop her, fisting her hair and raining blows down on her without mercy.
The sight was shocking-but Lily, flushed with fury, looked blazingly alive. Her anger only made her beauty more dazzling. With her face lit in fierce intensity, she was breathtaking, radiant like a sunflower blazing toward the sun. The sheer vitality of her lit something in him- an involuntary spark of awe, of desire.
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