Chapter 3 (1/2)

Translator: Atlas StudiosEditor: Atlas Studios

After putting the luggage away, I brought the two little kids back to the home that I hated. If it wasn’t for my father and stepmother, I wouldn’t have lost my son!

Every time I thought about this, I was filled with hatred.

When we got home, I took the two kids straight to the second floor.

If my father hadn’t specifically called me a while ago to inform me that Peter was willing to break off the engagement, and that he needed me home to sign the annulment papers, I would never have stepped into this house again.

Suddenly, the lively Nicole pulled my hand and said, “Mommy, there are people fighting there.”

I casually glanced over and saw a group of women surrounding another woman in the small parlor. They were punching and kicking her onto the floor.

However, when I took a closer look, the woman in the lead was my step-sister Shana, and the one who was beaten up was my aunt’s younger sister, Sandy.

I hurried over and heard Shana scolding. “You bitch! How dare you praise that fat girl at my birthday party? You’re just trying to ruin my fun, aren’t you?”

Sandy held her head and sobbed as she explained, “I didn’t. I only said that Luna would look better after she slimmed down. I didn’t ruin your fun!”

“How dare you still deny it? Sisters, beat this bitch to death!” Shana glared and kicked her.

When Shana raised her hand and was about to slap Sandy again, I immediately lashed out at them. “Let’s see who else dares to hit her!”

Thereafter, I stepped forward and grabbed Shana’s wrist tightly.

“What are you doing! Let go!” Shana yelled.

I casually shook off her wrist and pushed past her to check on Sandy’s injuries.

“Sandy, I’m here. Don’t be afraid.” I helped her to her feet, then scanned the other abusers.

Shana’s eyes widened even more when she heard my voice. “You’re Luna?” she said in disbelief. “The fat girl with the bastard child?”

I couldn’t stand people calling my baby a ‘bastard’. I raised my hand and slapped her.