I clenched my fists and heaved a heavy sigh of anger as I glared at her, then raised an eyebrow, "It’s just a waste of time to spy on someone like you!"
"Someone like me?" she laughed.
"Yes, a gold digger and a cheap whore."
Her facial expression darkened, she wanted to get up, but her ankle hurt, so she sat back down. She then smirked meanly and said, "I'm going to be his wife soon, which means I'm going to be your son's stepmom. Do you think I'm going to be nice to him? No, your son needs to suffer just like—"
She didn't finish her sentence because I slapped her face not just once but twice; she held her face in shock as she glared at me and yelled, "You don't have the right to slap me, bitch!"
"But you don't have the right to do that to my son!" I answered and added. "And my son is not some kind of trophy you can show off!
Then a loud, deep voice asked behind me, "What's going on here?!"
"Hugo! She attacked me! look at my face, she slapped me twice!" Jasmine said, showing her fake tears to Hugo.
Hugo took a deep breath and cast a dramatic glance at me, "Cattleya…."
I scoffed softly, a bitter smile curved in my lips as I said, "Yes, I slapped her."