"Damn it, you dare to hit me, do it now."
Before his henchmen could make a move, Vincent picked up the ashtray and smashed it on my head.
"Eleanor, if you dare to hurt my woman, I will never forgive you."
I was about to slap him, but Scarlett shouted.
"Vincent has cancer. Are you sure you want to give him another fatal blow?"
I paused, but Vincent deliberately smiled and escaped back into Scarlett's arms.
"Haha, what an idiot! And you still say how smart you are."
"I was just kidding you, but you took it seriously. Honey, what should I do? She seems to love you very much!"
Suddenly, everyone burst into laughter at me. I shrugged nonchalantly, suppressing my anger and ignoring their contempt and ridicule.
"Scarlett, I did have one moment of regret, and that was not getting rid of you back then, allowing you to wreak havoc in the Kingston family for so long."
Madam Kingston refused to acknowledge her back then, not because of her identity, but because of her social problems.
The fact that she could push her savior off a cliff shows how evil her heart was. She was only twelve years old at the time.