Chapter 267 Mamie was crouched in a corner, beaten down.
The lady strutted her stuff, âI canât fathom what my brother was thinking, adopting you, a burden. If they hadnât rushed back to celebrate your birthday, they wouldnât have died so early. Ivanâs a sap, always protecting you, a mongrel from God knows where.â
Iâm neither a burden, nor a mongrel Mamie suddenly shouted, her voice filled with rage.
âThe Bartley family shouldâve never taken you in! You surviving thatâs just your dumb luck.â
Mamie gritted her teeth, âI knew it. You were the one who pushed me off the roof that year.â
âSo what if I pushed you off? You shouldâve died when you were five, but you lucked out.â
Mamieâs expression changed drastically. âWhy are you doing this to me?â
âWhy? Because of you, I lost my own daughter. How do you expect me to treat you? You shouldâve been dead.â
âAntoniaâs death wasnât my fault. She was just going back with my parents. I lost my parents too. How can you blame this on me?â
âI donât care if it wasnât for your birthday, they wouldnât have gone back, and my daughter would still be alive. Youâre just a bastard that cost the Bartley family three lives. This is what you owe me, owe the Bartley familyâ
Mamie seemed to grow colder, Iâve always felt guilty towards you. Thatâs why I put up with your abuse all these years. But when you pushed me off the roof,! already repaid the life I owed you. If you treat me like this again, I wonât show mercy The lady was livid, âMamie, donât forget who you are! You were just a starving beggar on the streets. Killing you would be as simple as squashing an ant, but I donât want you dead now, I want to torment you, make you a star in public, but a servant to the Bartley family behind the scenes. I want to see how you handle this fake wealth and gloryâ
âGet out! Stay away from me!â
The lady strode over and grabbed Mamieâs hair, âYou wench, Iâll teach you a lesson today! Ivan can protect you for now, but not forever.â
Suddenly, bang! The hospital room door was kicked open by Agnes She stepped forward, grabbed the ladyâs wrist, and twisted it with all her strength.
A snap echoed through the room, followed by the ladyâs scream of agony She lay on the ground in pain, pointing at Agnes, âWho are you? What have you done to my hand? You wench, what did you do to me?â
Agnes replied, âNothing much, I just dislocated your arm.â
The ladyâs face tumed pale when she heard Agnies, âDo you know who I am? How dare you talk to me like that?â
âThe Bartley family is the most historic and cultured of the Big Four, And you Lara, are in charge of the Bartley family. People always thought that the lady of the Bartley family was gentle and composed. Little did they know, youâre just a foul-mouthed woman who could inflict harm on a five-year-old. If everyone knew the truth, I wonder if theyâd be disappointed, or perhaps re-
evaluate you.â