His Secret Spoiled Wife (Lily and Alexander) novel Chapter 1167

Everything happened so suddenly that Heather did not have the strength to resist—she could not, even if she wanted to.

After patting her own face with Heather's hand a few times, Hannah stopped and spat, "My dear sister, this was how you'd hit me in the past. Of course, you'd never hit my face. After all, you still need to use it to help you with things. Now, I'm not scared of you anymore! I don't have to be you anymore! I want to be myself!"

"Be yourself?" Heather sneered. "Who do you think you are? What do you even have? Even our parents don't acknowledge you. To them, Heather Riggs is the only daughter in the Riggs family. No one in this world would know who Hannah Riggs is.

“You want to be yourself? Wake up, Hannah. You died a long time ago. The Riggs family only has one daughter, and that is me, Heather Riggs!"

Heather's words were supposed to come off strong, but she could hardly make a sound with her frail body. Every sentence she said sounded weak. Even so, it made Heather so angry that her eyes almost burst into flames.

However, it was a sensitive topic for Hannah. This was what she cared about the most, but no one in this world knew her. Hannah Riggs never existed, and she was nothing. Even her parents would not acknowledge her.

"Nonsense! You're lying!" Hannah yelled frantically, covering her ears.

When Heather noticed Hannah tearing at the seams after being provoked, Heather continued sneering and said, "Take a good look in the mirror at how crazy you look. Even if I lie here, unable to move, you can try and see if anyone out there will listen to you.

“Do you honestly think you can replace me? Wake up! You're just my shadow!"

"Shut up! Shut up!" Hannah began screaming hysterically before slapping Heather hard on the face.

The slap sent Heather into shock for a moment, and even Hannah was stunned while staring at her hand. She could not believe she had slapped Heather.

After a long while, Heather growled in a trembling voice, "How dare you hit me?!"

She had never expected Hannah to have the courage to hit her. After all, it was always the other way around. When was it ever Hannah's turn to do the beating? No one had laid a finger on Heather before. Even her parents were reluctant to touch her.

Heather had always been an outstanding girl, which made her parents proud. In the early years, no one had the heart to hit her. No one dared to lay a finger on her when she grew up either.

Yet, her supposedly dead sister, whom she had always looked down on and beaten, had slapped her face. It was humiliating. Heather almost fainted from anger.

However, once Hannah recovered from her initial shock, she laughed again. She was elated. "Haha, that's right! I just hit you! What are you going to do about it? You're not the only one that can hit people, you know? Oh, my dear sister, you should learn how to enjoy how it feels!"