He dragged her off the bed and flung her hard to the floor.
Charlotte instinctively cowered into a ball. She was too scared to breathe, and her heart was thumping.
The painful memories of that day came back and her mind was instantly filled with terror.
She wanted to bite her tongue off.
Was she crazy? Why should she even provoke Otis.
Otis could have killed her in a minute.
"You think it doesn’t matter who their real daughter is?" Otis kicked her in the face.
"You don't even look in the mirror! Are you worthy of being compared to Joyce? She is so much more beautiful than you and she is so noble, graceful and handsome! Everyone just likes her!"
"Shooting, fighting, design, and even intelligence… Joyce can do all of them. What are you capable of that you deserve to occupy her place in the Heath family?"
"You are just a piece of shit. What do you have to make you think you can compare to Joyce?"
"You all grew up in the same orphanage but you were just born bumble. Even when you have got into the Heath family, you have just got this stink. Yuck!"
Otis spat disdainfully at Charlotte.
Charlotte had her head down and her hair was in a disarray.
She woefully raised her hand and wiped away the spittle Otis had spat on her face.
Although what Otis said was true, however, since she was young, she hated it when people compared her with Joyce.
It was because of the constant comparison that she hated Joyce to the bone and wanted to take everything away from Joyce.
She hated it! She hated it so much!
At this moment, the darkest side of her heart was mercilessly uncovered, and her spirit completely ran away.
She tilted her head up and yelled at him.
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