Chapter 59

I was a bit caught off guard when I realized the racket outside so early in the morning was coming from Heather Carter. Yeah, I could get her being pissed about Lena, but barging into Henry Smith’s place and making a scene? That was on another level. I threw on some clothes and headed downstairs. The maid had just opened the door when Heather lunged at me like a lunatic, grabbing my hair and yelling so loud spit flew everywhere. “How did I end up with such an ungrateful waste like you? Should’ve drowned you in the toilet back then! Just like your father—heartless scum. Making my life hell must run in the family!” I didn’t even get how she had the nerve to bash my dad, but whatever. This wasn’t the first time she yanked my hair—and this time, I wasn’t playing the victim. In one swift move, I flipped her over my shoulder. Didn’t feel great though, since she tore out a chunk of my hair along with it, still tangled around her fingers. “You devil! Hitting your own mother? You’ll get what’s