Chapter 76


    Patricia’s gaze dimmed as she listened to this woman’s diatribes. Meanwhile, her neighbors had


    gathered to see the drama.


    Honestly, she didn’t mind people pointing their fingers at her, but what do they see of her babies?


    Would they think they were b*stards? Love children?


    Furious with rage, Patricia balled her hands into fists, having the urge to knock that odious woman out


    cold as to shut her up.


    Gwen, on the other hand, grew haughty by the second, after noticing that people had gathered. “You


    guys better watch out. This woman may be young, but she’s promiscuous. Imagine if she manages to


    seduce your husbands and sons; your families will be done for!”


    Having had enough of this, Josephine came forward and pointed at Gwen. “Shut up! Who do you think


    you are to nder Tricia like this? She’s a lovely woman, not someone you said to be!”


    Patricia stood petrified, not knowing how to defend herself. Fortunately, Josephine stood up for her, and


    suddenly she had the confidence to fight back. At that, she charged toward Gwen, but because


    bodyguards stood in between, she couldn’t get close to Gwen.


    “Gwen Hough, you’re a homewrecker yourself. You have no right to nder me like this.”


    With that, Patricia threw herself at her stepmother, but the bodyguards still managed to stop her.


    Josephine helped out too, but she was no match for the strong bodyguards, and she nearly fell from


    their push.


    Patricia hurriedly grabbed Josephine. “Mrs. Zimmers, are you okay?”


    “You motherf*cking…” thundered a neighbor seeing how haughty these outsiders were being, and with


    that, they attacked the four bodyguards Gwen brought.


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    Gwen, on the other hand, retreated in fright, never expecting Patricia’s neighbors to stand up for her.


    Meanwhile, Patricia went to her backyard, grabbed a broom, and chased after Gwen, whacking the


    woman using the brush.


    Gwen was defenseless, and at this point, her hair had be disheveled, her clothes were soiled, and


    her face had even suffered injuries. “Help! Someone help me!” she cried out, sitting on the floor.


    The four bodyguards didn’t fare any better than Gwen as well by the end of the brawl, and they


    ultimately escorted Gwen away from the neighborhood.


    Patricia thought it felt good to see Gwen and her men all disheveled and humiliated. She had wanted to


    retaliate all these years but didn’t have the power to do so. How could she when she could barely keep


    their little family afloat? So, the retaliation became back-burnered, and now that the opportunity


    presented itself to her, she thought it felt good to show Gwen she wasn’t a pushover.


    She found herself smiling in the midst of her pants. “Tricia, who was that? She sure was nasty.”


    It was apparent that that woman hade especially to defame Tricia. What a wicked woman.


    A slightly exhausted Patricia held Josephine’s arm and answered with a smile, “She’s my stepmother.


    The one that forced me out of my home.”


    Josephine nodded in acknowledgment, having a picture of the situation. I knew it! That crow is wicked!


    The neighbors standing beside Patricia and Josephine backed Patricia up upon hearing her words.


    “Don’t be afraid, Tricia. Just holler at us if you ever need help.”


    “Yeah, we all know what you’re really like. We won’t believe a word others say.”


    “We’ll beat that nasty woman again if she still dares toe over.”


    Touched by their words, Patricia gave them a bow. “Thank you, guys! Really, from the bottom of my


    heart.”


    Patricia had been staying in Snowke Lane for three years. Because she was amiable and would


    greet her neighbors whenever they bumped into each other, they would get together and chat or


    whatnot over time. So, she was pretty close with her neighbors.


    After the episode, everyone returned home and she helped Josephine to prepare the vegetables in the


    kitchen.


    It suddenly hit her that her neighbors treated her better than her family. At least, they would make an


    effort to get to know her and believe her. But her family? Neither her father nor her grandfather believed


    in her, thinking she was solely to me.


    She sighed at that. Though what happened six years ago ruined her life, she didn’t regret giving birth to


    her babies even for a second. She would raise them up well and see that they were no different from


    other children.


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