Chapter 100

Grace charged forward without hesitation, grabbing Giselle's hair and yanking so hard it felt like she was going to rip her scalp clean off. She scolded through gritted teeth, "You little bitch! You ruined my son! I want to murder you! I'll murder you!" Facing her sudden attack, Giselle didn't fight back; she simply let her unleash her rage. Grace slapped her hard across the face after letting go of her hair. Smack! A second slap landed just as viciously. Giselle stood there like a puppet and allowed the mother, who was on the brink of losing her son, to vent every ounce of pain on her. Her nose began to bleed, her cheek burned with a searing sting, and the taste of blood filled her mouth. However, she remained unfazed, and her face was ashen. Compared to Zachary teetering on the brink of death, what were a few slaps to her? After an entire night of torment, she had already come to a painful realization that she was the reason this had all happened. None of this would have happe