Chapter 51: Hurt

She was right. I had nothing to say.

I was the one who'd acted impulsively, throwing myself at her the moment I heard her say that she wanted to harm Grandma.

I was also the one who'd wanted to kill her with the slightest provocation. I didn't even bother to find out what she'd done.

It all boiled down to me being in the wrong.

I'd lost this round.

Phoebe wiped away the blood on her face and let me go. She circled me cockily.

"With your brains, did you think that you could go against me and my mother, Queena? Dream on!"

She gave me two more slaps.

I could feel dampness at the corner of my lips. I knew that she'd busted my lip.

I wiped the blood away and said calmly, "Phoebe, you'd be better off just killing me today."

She clucked her tongue, then said haughtily, "Wow, you still have the nerve to threaten me in your state?"

"If you don't, you're going to regret it." I glared at her and said firmly.

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From this day onwards, I'd resort to any means to get revenge.