Joy immediately understood it. Her face immediately turned red. "I...I'll do it, but...not here. It’s too... humiliating for me here." She looked at Malvolio with a pleading gaze.
Malvolio sneered. "Humiliating?"
Joy was crying. "You want me, and you want me to satisfy your desire. I'll do it, alright? If you do it...here, i n front of my husband, you...how can I bear with that?"
"You even know what humiliation is and that you can't bear with that?" Malvolio grabbed Joy's hair and hit her head on the ground with great force.
Joy felt so hurt that she was completely in a daze. " You're a woman more vicious than wolverines, venomous snakes, and crows! It was clearly your own company that was at a loss, and that old man, Qualls, clearly wanted your daughter, but you kept repeatedly forcing my sister. She is only ten years old! That man was already seventy years old. Do you f*cking deserve to be human? You're now saying that you're humiliated in front of me? You can’t bear with that? When you were intimidating my sister, did you think about her humiliation? What did you tell her? You told her that she would be imprisoned and she would be sentenced to death. Joy Fox, I wanted to ask you, how can a ten-year-old child be sentenced to death? Tell m e how can a ten-year-old child be sentenced to death!"
Every time Malvolio said something, he had to pound Joy's head on the ground. Joy's head was pounded on the floor to the point that she had a concussion and she was foaming at her mouth. After Malvolio was done pounding Joy's head to the ground, Malvolio still had not vented his spleen, so he turned his head around to look at Delmont. "Stevens! Eira is your own flesh and blood! When this b*tch was setting up and intimidating Eira, what were you doing? Tell me, what did you do?"
Delmont was speechless. His mouth was sealed, so he could not say anything at that moment. However, he already knew he was wrong. They were both his children, so why did he spoil one like a princess and have the other suffer such a terrible thing? Eira had never enjoyed the slight bit of benefits from the Delmont and Joy Fashion company. She did not even get to experience a father's love. She did not even have the right to call him her father in public, let alone experience a father's love. What right did he have to let her endure all the humiliations to save his family's glory and wealth? He had committed a sin. He had committed a great sin. Delmont was then covered in tears.
Seeing Delmont in tears, Malvolio said, "Delmont Stevens, do you know why my sister came back to your house a second time and ransacked more than a million dollars worth of items? That is because to use Eira to protect yourselves against the disaster, you had gone to my mother and asked for Eira's custody from her. It was you who provoked my mother and made her condition worse. My mother ran out frantically like mad and she accidentally knocked over a person! We needed to compensate them for the medical expenses which were about thirty thousand dollars! Delmont, you sc*mbag! You jerk! Devil! Never mind that you usually don't support my sister, but you only thought of her when you needed her to stop your bleeding. Did she owe you anything?"
No, she did not. Delmont Knew that Eira did not owe him anything. It was him, who owed it to Eira.
Delmont was completely heartbroken. He originally thought that things would go according to his wishes, but in the end, he lost everything. At that point, his family was going to suffer a miserable end. He truly wanted to ask if Eira was fine. He could not open his mouth, and he also did not dare to ask. If he died and the forefathers of the Stevens family were to ask him," Our Stevens family originally have two granddaughters. What happened to the eldest one? How have you been taking care of the eldest one?" How should Delmont answer?
He was in despair and was guilt-ridden. He closed his eyes shamefully. Malvolio, on the other hand, looked a t Joy with a pair of hideous eyes, and his knife cut opened Joy's clothes from the front at once.
"Ah..." Joy let out a miserable and low cry.
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