Chapter 113

A loud slap echoed through the room, snapping everyone into stunned silence. Lydia's cheek swelled up on the spot. "Who do you think you're calling names, huh?" Leslie replied, her tone ice-cold. "Mom! You're still siding with her?! Mom, hit her back for me! Call the police, have them arrest Leslie! She hit me! I want revenge-ten times, no, twenty times worse!" Lydia was completely unhinged, her eyes wild with rage. Vivian motioned to a servant. "Call the family doctor, now. Make sure it's a female one. Tell her... that Lydia's got an itching problem." She then looked over at Leslie. The smile had finally vanished off her face. "Who the hell are you?" Her voice was cold, sharp. Leslie didn't flinch or back down as she met Vivian's eyes head-on. Her eyes-clear and quiet-but unnervingly deep. Vivian felt a chill looking at her. She couldn't read her at all. Leslie's gaze was like still water in a deep well-calm on the surface, impossible to measure. A small smile tugged at Leslie's lips.