Chapter 3

Led by Vanessa, the crowd erupted in even louder laughter than before.

"Hahahaha, this woman must really be crazy, did you hear what she said?"

"Ms. Hayes is standing right here, and she's claiming she's Mrs. Dawson? Is she out of her mind? She's going to be a total joke."

"She must be jealous of how Ms. Hayes bragged about Mr. Dawson. She's clearly delusional."

I was about to speak, but Belle suddenly screamed again, completely engulfed in terror.

I could only pat her back, trying my best to soothe her.

"It's okay, Belle, Mom's here, Mom's here. Don't be scared, Belle, don't be scared."

Perhaps hearing my familiar voice, my daughter gradually calmed down in my arms.

"M-mommy..."

Hearing my daughter's voice, I almost burst into tears.

But Vanessa wasn't about to give us any time. She glared at the security guards beside her.

"What are you standing around for? Don't just stare, grab these two bitches!"

"Am I paying you to watch a show? You can't even restrain one woman? Are you all useless?!"

The guards snapped out of their daze and roughly pulled us apart.

Against the strength of several men, I struggled desperately but to no avail.

I could only watch helplessly as my already injured daughter was violently pulled away again. Belle, who had just calmed down, started screaming uncontrollably once more.

My daughter's screams enraged Vanessa.

Vanessa picked up the fire extinguisher I had thrown on the ground earlier.

"So noisy! See? I told you, crazy people should be locked up at home."

She said, walking towards my daughter, a sinister smile on her face.

I realized what she was about to do and struggled frantically, roaring.

"Vanessa! What are you doing?! She's only five! She's only five years old!"

"If you dare to touch her, I swear I'll kill you! I promise, I'll kill you!"

Vanessa tilted her head, looking at me with a scornful smile, raising the fire extinguisher high.

"Oh? Well, let's see if you kill me first, or if I finish off you two bitches first!"

As Vanessa uttered her last word, the fire extinguisher in her hand crashed heavily onto my daughter's head.

"Mmph..."

A muffled grunt escaped Belle's lips, and fresh blood gushed from her already injured head.

But my daughter didn't dare to scream anymore; she just stared at Vanessa in horror.

Vanessa looked at Belle with satisfaction.

"That's more like it."

I was pinned to the ground, unable to move, the anger and helplessness in my heart almost suffocating me.

"Vanessa! Whatever you want, direct it at me! She's only five! Why are you hurting her?!"

Vanessa turned to me, as if she'd heard the funniest joke.

"Direct it at you?"

"Do you really think I'll let you off?"

Vanessa stood over me, raising the fire extinguisher like a demon, striking me again and again.

"It's been a long time since anyone dared to cross me like this."

"And you're Damian's wife? His name isn't for a nobody like you to utter!"

I tried to fight back, but the security guards held my limbs firmly, immobilizing me.

Soon, I felt blood freely streaming down my head.

My vision blurred, the world reduced to a single crimson hue.

I used every last ounce of my strength.

"I'm going to call Damian."