Although I felt it was unfair, Addyâs cold attitude silenced me.
I closed my mouth reluctantly and followed her back to the manor, filled with anger but feeling completely powerless.
As soon as we stepped into the house, I saw my mother sitting gracefully on the sofa, sipping her coffee.
As soon as she noticed me, my mother put down her cup and quickly walked over, delivering a sharp slap to my face.
The sharp sound left me stunned, and I staggered back a few steps.
âKneel!â my mother ordered coldly.
I wanted to argue back, but one look at her angry face and fierce expression made me keep quiet.
I was scared of the upcoming punishment.
I knelt down obediently, lowering my head and apologizing, âMom, Iâm sorry.
I was wrong.
â
Usually, my motherâs anger would have eased a bit by now.
And indeed, her tone softened a little.
âDo you understand what you did wrong?â
There was still a hint of anger in her voice.
Knowing my motherâs temper and the serious consequences of not admitting my mistake, I clenched my fists and said humbly, âI was wrong to cause trouble for Debra.
I should have listened to you and stayed home, not causing any troubleâ¦â
Before I could finish, another sharp slap landed on my face.
Another slap from my mother.
This time, it was even harder, making my head jerk to the side and causing me to fall.
But it seemed like she didnât care about my pain.
Her face was twisted in anger as she scolded, âIt must be a cruel joke for me to give birth to such a foolish daughter like you!â
Shirleyâs POV:
My motherâs non-stop criticism felt like a punch to the gut, and I could taste blood at the corner of my mouth.
Instantly, frustration flooded through me.
I was in a foul mood.
My throat was scratchy, and my eyes were watery.
I couldnât take it anymore.
With tears streaming down my face, I buried my face in my hands and yelled, âThis isnât fair! Youâre never pleased with anything I do.
What do you want from me?â
My mother looked taken aback.
Her eyes widened, and she spat out angrily, âHow dare you! Iâll teach you a lesson!â
She raised her hand, ready to strike again, but Addy swiftly stepped in.
âHold on! Shirleyâs a bit slow.
She doesnât grasp things easily.
If you donât explain it clearly, she wonât get it, no matter how many times you scold her.
â
My mother eased up and retracted her hand.
She let out a cold snort and said, âShirley, listen.
The dumbest move you make is laying out your grudge against Debra so openly.
â
I was shocked.
âSo, youâre saying I can keep messing with Debra?â
My mother gave me an eye-roll and continued, âYeah, Iâm fine with you giving Debra a hard time.
I mean, sheâs just a half-blood witch, right? Not a big loss if sheâs out of the picture.
If you want her to die, handle it discreetly instead of making it public!â
âBut why? Why would I have to kill her in secret? Iâm the clan leaderâs daughter.
Wouldnât it make me look even more powerful if everyone knows?â
My mother was fuming, her hands shaking with rage.
If Addy hadnât given her a warning look, she might have slapped me again.
My mother took a deep breath and spat out, âYou fool! Debra didnât do anything wrong.
If you go after her in public, people will think youâre just picking on her.
That would embarrass me.
Moreover, even though Debraâs in a lowly half-blood witch, sheâs still Andrewâs fiancee in the public eye.
If you kill her in public, even if Andrew doesnât care for her, heâll still feel ashamed.
That will mess up the relationship between me and Andrew.
Andrew is the deputy clan leader.
Heâs got a lot of power.
Making him mad wonât do us any favors.
You get it?â
âYeah, got itâ¦â
My motherâs words left me speechless; I had no way to argue back.
But my mother, still fuming, wasnât done with me.
She shot me this look like I was something she scr@ped off her shoe and started digging into the past.
âRemember when you kidnapped Debra and Andrew got all bent out of shape? I warned you then.
And yet here you are, being dumb enough to stir up trouble at Andrewâs place with some mixed-blood witch.
Shirley, youâre just wrecking your reputation as my daughter!â
I sighed and looked down.
âMom, I messed up, I get it.
It wonât happen again.
â
But thinking of Andrew, the man Iâd been crushing on forever, ending up with some low-status woman, I just couldnât accept it.
I mumbled sadly, âMom, is there even a point in trying anymore? Debra and Andrew are going to hold their engagement ceremony, and soon enough, everyone in the witch clan will know about her.
Itâs just a matter of time before they get married.
â
But my mother smirked, a glimmer of something hidden in her eyes.
âMaybe not.
â