Margot took a step closer, her voice dropping to a venomous whisper. “Let me give you some advice, sweetheart. If you know what’s good for you, break up with Kieran and disappear from his life. Don’t make me resort to... unpleasant measures to deal with you.”
Hearing Margot's voice in the house, Kieran hurriedly came out carrying his suitcase. He immediately took Margot's hand and coaxed her gently, “Don't spend your time talking to her. I'm done packing. Let's go.”
Seeing their intimate scene, I couldn’t hold back and snapped, “Wow, Kieran. I didn’t think your standards could sink so low. I never imagined you’d be so desperate as to date this old hag!”
My words struck a nerve. Margot’s face twisted in annoyance. Without a second’s hesitation, she slapped me hard across the face.
“Watch your filthy mouth, little girl! Insult me again and I’ll rip that filthy mouth right off your face!”
The slap left me stunned. No one had ever dared lay a hand on me—not even my parents. And now this Margot—who the hell did she think she was? How dare she hit me?