Bumpkin’s Rich Handsome Husband novel Chapter 163

Especially now that she was bearing Matthew's child, she had to protect it at all cost before she got into the Kings Family. Hence, she couldn't afford to be reckless.

"You deserved it, Veronica. Tell me you don't. You knew I was engaged to Matthew yet you're still living with him in Twilight Condominium. What are you if not a b*tch? You don't have what it takes to get into the Kings Family, so you'd resort to becoming a shame—Ah!" As Tiffany was venting the frustration in her heart, she was stopped by Veronica's slap on her face.

"I'll give you a chance. Choose your words carefully."

Oh, was the smack vehement and agonizingly stinging!

Tiffany gritted her teeth and glared at Veronica who was in the dark. "You're a slut, a slut who's always trying to seduce Mat— Slap!" "One more chance."

"You're still a b*tch no matter how many chances you give me, you shame—Slap!" "Again!"

"You shame—Slap!"

"Try again."

"Don't you..." After receiving a series of smacks, Tiffany, despite her desire to go on insulting Veronica, did not want her perfect face marred, so she consequently stopped lashing out with her venomous tongue. Vexed and upset, she ranted, "I warned you to stay away from Matthew a long time ago, and you're just asking for death."

Hearing that, Veronica was enraged as her knife-holding hand uncontrollably shuddered. In a brief moment, the devil within her was goading her to finish Tiffany off as revenge for her family.

Tap, tap... Out of nowhere, faint footsteps were heard closing in.

In response, Veronica glowered and slightly raised her brows, staring at the bedroom door. The next moment, the door was pushed open, followed by a click, and the lights were turned on, illuminating the entire bedroom.

Floch and Rachel thought they heard something from their room and noticed something was odd before storming downstairs. Unsurprisingly, Veronica came. When they saw Veronica—her foot on the bed, her left arm supported on her knee, and her right hand holding a dagger against Tiffany's neck—Rachel was thoroughly dismayed.

"What do you think you're doing, Veronica?!" Floch, who was utterly shocked as well, shakingly pointed his finger at Veronica. "Put down the knife. You're trespassing private property. All it takes is a call to the cops and you'll earn yourself a life sentence!"

"Waa... Dad, Mom, you're finally here. Waa... H-Help me! Call the c—Ah!"

Before Tiffany could finish her sentence, Veronica gave her a couple more swings on her face, left and right. Two splendid slaps.

"What did I say about shutting the f*ck up?! What are you, Peking deaf?" Veronica furiously rebuked. She raised her stony

eyes and shot the Larson couple, who were standing by the door, a piercing, icy gaze. "I have truly underestimated each of you. The lowly Larsons, doing anything they want, even hired thugs to butcher me. Aren't you so disheartened to find me still breathing?"

Resentment—all there was in her mind.

Veronica severely thought she must have been the unluckiest woman in the world to have been born as the biological daughter of the Larson couple.

"B-Butcher you?" The couple were dumbfounded as they peered at each other. They faced each other and tacitly turned to Tiffany, realizing what had happened.