Chapter 215


    Teresa had lost it. Without a second thought, she yed the video, not caring about the


    passionate, suggestive sounds ring from her phone.


    In a panic, Margaret had already watched the trending news. Then, hearing these sounds, she was


    flustered, her voice trembling. “Mom…”


    Snap!


    Teresa delivered a fierce p across Margaret’s face, her eyes bloodshot, venomously spitting out,


    “You still have the nerve to call me Mom? Albert is my husband, your stepfather, do you


    understand? Have you no shame, unting yourself in front of your stepfather?”


    The more Teresa had once doted on and cherished Margaret, the deeper her hatred was.


    The feeling of being betrayed by someone so close must be more painful and profound than when I


    got betrayed by Linda.


    Ignoring the pain, Margaret fell to her knees, “Mom, it wasn’t me. It wasn’t!”


    “Are


    you saying that this video and all the stuff online are all made up?” Teresa was furious, her eyes


    nearly popping out, spittle flying as she spoke.


    The ordeal caught Margaret off guard, and it took her a moment to muster a defense through her


    tears. “He forced me. Yes, it was all his doing. He forced on me!”


    Whack! Another harsh p tousled Margaret’s hair and left a red, swollen mark on her face.


    Through tears of anger, Teresa spat, “Do you think I’m as foolish as you? The sluttish disy of


    yours in the video was his doing, too?”


    “I… I…” Margaret had no more excuses, only clinging to Teresa, pleading desperately, “Mom, I was


    wrong! I was just confused. Please don’t be mad at me, I was bewitched! I’m your daughter. Please


    forgive me this once…”


    Margaret’s final plea stung Teresa, driven to madness. Teresa grabbed Margaret’s hair and pped


    her relentlessly, “You still remember you’re my daughter? Slut, do you realize who you’ve been


    with? You’ve been fucking my husband!”


    Teresa screamed hysterically, yanking Margaret’s hair fiercely, “He’s my husband. You hear me?


    Albert is my husband!”


    “He’s your husband?” No longer holding back, Margaret stood up fiercely and broke free, losing


    clumps of her hair in the process but seemingly unfazed by the pain, sneered back, “What right do


    you have to judge me when he is someone you schemed to snatch from another woman?”


    Teresa froze, staring at Margaret in disbelief, “What are you saying? Do you even know what you’re


    talking about?”


    Her voice rose again in a shout.


    Margaret struck where it hurt. “I’m saying your precious husband is someone you stole as a


    mistress, calling me a slut, but aren’t you one as well? In that regard, you’re my teacher.”


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    I expected a fallout, but I never imagined they wouldsh out at each other to this extent. They


    didn’t seem like mother and daughter, more like sworn enemies. Their words were as acidic and


    cutting as they could be. Handing them a knife at that moment, they probably wouldn’t have


    hesitated to stab each other.


    Teresa copsed, lunging at Margaret in a frenzy. “I should never have had you! How could I give


    birth to some slut like you? Get away!”


    Equally crazed, Margaret pushed Teresa to the ground, sneering, “Some slut like me? What else


    would a whore produce but a slut like me, right?”