Chapter 552
Her gaze was so cold it sent a chill straight through them. Neither Katie nor Yolanda dared utter another word. Just the intensity of Christina’s look was enough to strip them of their arrogance.
“The last time, Katie saw it with her own eyes that Miss Scott was indeed blind and crippled. Christina, you can’t ignore that fact while siding blindly with Miss Scott,” Yolanda argued, her voice wavering. “You’re just being unreasonable.”
“Very well.” Christina’s voice was cold as she fixed her icy stare on Yolanda and Katie. “Let me show you what being unreasonable really means.”
Without another word, Christina delivered a sharp slap to both Yolanda and Katie.
Katie’s face burned with fury. She opened her mouth to curse, but before she could utter another word, Christina’s hand came down again. Another sharp smack echoed through the room.
Yolanda flinched and cried out, “Christina—”
Smack! Yolanda, too, was cut off with a slap.
Each time Yolanda and Katie tried to speak, Christina silenced them with a fresh slap.
Soon enough, their faces were burning and puffy, tears pricking in their eyes. Neither dared to look up at Christina, terrified of provoking more punishment. Any attempt to talk back, or even shoot Christina a resentful look, would earn them another swift slap. Desperate to avoid further pain, both kept their mouths shut, frozen in place.
When Christina’s hand twitched upward, both Yolanda and Katie instinctively shielded their faces and recoiled.
Their fear amused Christina, and a satisfied smile flickered across her lips. She slowly waved her hand in front of their wary faces. “See? Now you know what unreasonable really looks like.”
Christina’s smirk was dazzling, intensifying the humiliation felt by Katie and Yolanda. Yet, neither dared to fight back or even utter a word. Every attempt at resistance—whether physical or verbal—earned them another slap. Bitterness simmered within them as they wondered when Christina had turned so fierce. For three years in the Dawson family, she’d been the tolerant pushover—occasionally stubborn, but never violent.
“What are you still hanging around for? Scram!” Christina’s icy stare pinned Yolanda and Katie in place. “If I weren’t tired from hitting you, I’d keep going.” With that, she raised her hand again, as if ready to strike once more.
“Okay! We’re leaving right now!” Yolanda and Katie blurted, scrambling to make their escape.
But Christina’s sharp voice halted them mid-step. “Hold it!”
They froze, torn between bolting for the door or risking another round of slaps. The threat of more pain kept them rooted to the spot, their legs shaky and eyes watering in dread. They silently vowed to take revenge on Christina the moment an opportunity arose. If they ever found the chance, they’d make sure Christina paid dearly.
“Take your stuff with you. I don’t want your junk left behind,” Christina said coolly.
Relief washed over the battered pair as they realized she wouldn’t hit them again. They hurried to gather their scattered belongings from the floor. Clutching their things, they dashed out as if fleeing from a wild animal, leaving behind only the memory of their humiliation.
Eloise stared in awe, completely stunned by what she’d just witnessed. Christina looked like she had walked out of an action movie—cool, calm, and sharp. Those slaps alone had been enough to leave the room breathless. The way she delivered them? Fierce. Flawless. Unapologetically powerful.