The Heiress Revived from the Ashes,
Chapter 63 A Family Fractured
Lauren flung the ashtray, striking Elliot square in the forehead.
Blood poured down his face as he groaned, clutching his head and stumbling back.
Willow lay sprawled on the floor, blood streaming, clushing her head and wailing.
But Lauren didn’t stop, her eyes blazed with unhinged fury.
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She pummeled Willow’s face with wild slaps, each smack ringing out sharply. Willow’s checks swelled, blood trickling from her mouth.
Alice sobbed, “Laurie, stop! Please, stop!”
Lauren was beyond hearing, lost in her rage.
She’d endured for years, mastering tolerance, yet it had earned her nothing but indifference from this family.
She was done, today, it would end..
Death, to Willow first, then Jack!
Her hands trembled, not from fear, but from fury at its peak,
She pulled a utility knife from her pocket, raised it high, and aimed for Willow’s throat
“No!” Alice screamed, her voice cracking.
In a frantic move, she grabbed the blood–stained ashtray and smashed it against Lauren’s head with all her might.
With a dull thud, the knife clattered to the floor. Laure turned slowly, locking eyes with Alice, who dropped the ashtray in terror.
“Laurie, Mom didn’t mean to… You wouldn’t stop and listen, I had no choice…”
Lauren’s vision blurred, and she crumpled to the ground, unconscious.
Marilyn panicked, but the family swarmed around Willow instead.
Elliot scooped up Willow and carried her upstairs, Alice trailing behind.
No one spared Lauren a glance.
Marilyn’s heart ached. “Mr. David, Ms. Bennett is bleeding badly, please save her….”
David cut her off. “Marilyn, we don’t need a nosy servant like you. You’re fired. Get out, now.” His tone was frigid, devoid of warmth.
Tears brimmed in Marilyn’s eyes, but she pressed on. “Mr. David, I don’t understand. She’s your daughter, why treat her so cruelly? She grew up apart from you, finally came home, shouldn’t she be cherished? Don’t you have a heart…”
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Chapter 63 A Family Fractured
“Shut up! My family’s business isn’t yours to meddle in Out!” he thundered.
Marilyn stood her ground. “I’ll leave, but I’m bandaging Ms. Bennett’s wound first.”
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Madam Alice had struck hard, the ashtray’s sharp edge had carved a deep, triangular gash in Lauren’s head, blood soaking the carpet.
As Marilyn reached for the first aid kit, David had her dragged out and tossed from the villa.
He glared at Lauren, lying unconscious in a pool of blood, with nothing but irritation.
He kicked her contemptuously, blood smearing his shoe. “Such a curse, always stirring up trouble,” he muttered, scowling.
Lauren lay abandoned on the cold floor, left to her fate
Outside, rain began to fall, light at first, then torrential, drenching Marilyn’s thin clothes.
She gripped the villa’s iron gate, tears mingling with rain, shouting hoarsely, “Mr. David, Madam Alice, please! She’s your own flesh and blood! Have mercy! Her head’s bleeding, she’ll die without help!”
Her cries faded into the storm, unanswered.
Each raindrop hammered her broken heart. “Ms. Bennett, why must you suffer so….”
After an eternity, Lauren stirred, head pounding, vision swimming.
The dim, empty living room greeted her, the family gone, only a stark bloodstain marking the chaos that had unfolded.
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