Chapter 72: Your Mother is The Mistress
Translator: 549690339
She chased Kamila Zahir around the house, but Kamila refused to give the doll back, tossing it around carelessly in her hand.
“Kamila Zahir, give it back to me!”
“I won’t return it! Your mother’s dead, why do you even want this doll?”
Angered, Jasmine Yale punched Kamila Zahir: “Don’t talk about my mother!”
“Waah, you actually hit me… Waah…”
Kamila started crying, sobbing heartbreakingly while tears fell ‘plop plop’ down her cheeks.
“Why are you crying? Taking someone else’s things and still expecting reason?” Jasmine retrieved her rag doll.
She disliked this daughter of her stepmother, always speaking so harshly, just like her own mother.
Even though Kamila was two years younger than her, she refused to concede to her.
“You hit me…I’m telling on you…I want mom to hit you too…I want her to throw you out…” Kamila sobbed, pointing at Jasmine, “Jasmine, your dad doesn’t want you, your mom is dead, you’re just a wild weed!”
Jasmine didn’t know how to curse people, but she wouldn’t allow anyone to insult her.
She swung her small fist, landing a punch squarely on Kamila’s chest.
“Waah, you hit me again, you…you’re just a wild weed!”
Kamila, not one to back down from a fight, quickly retaliated.
Being two years older, Jasmine was much stronger and quickly pinned Kamila down on the couch.
“Kamila, remember this, your mother is a home wrecker and you’re just a child born from such a mother, destroying other people’s homes!”
It was the first time that Jasmine had uttered such words, but she didn’t regret it.
Even though Kamila was just a kid, she still had to say it!
She didn’t see Kamila as a sister!
Kamila’s mother was nothing more than a home wrecker!
Kamila struggled helplessly under Jasmine’s weight on the couch, crying out in vain.
“Jasmine Yale, dad doesn’t like your mom! He doesn’t! He doesn’t love you either!” Kamila yelled.
Jasmine and Kamila began to wrestle again!
Kamila was badly beaten by Jasmine, her face turning blue.
But Jasmine wasn’t faring any better, her own hand was already turning a mix of green and purple.
Unable to overcome Jasmine, Kamila cried out in desperation.
Just then, Kamila’s mother, Jasmine’s stepmother, Nancy Emmett, arrived home.
Nancy saw at once how her daughter had been pummelled by Jasmine and began to panic.
Throwing her bag aside, she rushed forward and dragged Jasmine off the sofa.
With a flick of her hand, she slapped Jasmine!
“No surprise that a wild girl like you came from a wild woman!” Nancy scolded angrily.
Jasmine covered her face, her cheek stinging and throbbing.
But she didn’t cry, she didn’t shed a tear, instead she stared defiantly at Nancy.
“Baby, where does it hurt? Where does it hurt?”
Nancy ignored Jasmine and bent down to examine Kamila’s injuries.
Kamila threw herself into her mother’s arms, sobbing uncontrollably.
“Mom, Jasmine hit me, it hurts so much, my whole body hurts. Why is she so wild?”
“Baby, we won’t stoop to her level because she’s wild due to her lack of a mother. We can’t learn from her, understand?”
“Kamila took my doll!” Jasmine grumbled angrily.
Her small face was flushed red from Nancy’s slap, her cheek stinging and buzzing like a swarm of bees was in her ear.
“Shut up! You uneducated illegitimate child!” Nancy cursed Jasmine, “Why didn’t you die with your mother? Are you just living to waste food?”
Jasmine froze, experiencing a pure form of malice for the first time in her life.
At that time, she was just an eight-year-old child..