Chapter 1122
In the hospital, Blossom, fuming with anger, stormed right up to Claire’s room, pointing at her and launched into a tirade.
“In all my years, I’ve seen all types of women – the two-faced, the saints, the sirens, the whole spectrum. But you, my dear, are a breed of your own p>
“Did your mother forget your brain in her belly when she had you p>
“How have Elysia and Emmett treated you? How has Mr. Bradford treated your entire family p>
“Your daughter’s been in the ER twice, racking up bills in the tens of thousands. Who do you think footed those bills p>
“You were asked to expose Cecil, that scumbag, for who he truly is. And for whose benefit, huh p>
“They saved your son’s life, raised him with love and care for over five years, treating him as their own. They’ve been nothing but angels to your family p>
“And how do you repay them? By biting the hand that feeds. How can you be so vile p>
“You’re worse than the ‘farmer and the viper’ in that fable p>
“And even putting all that aside, what about Emmett? Emmett is your own flesh and blood p>
“Open your eyes wide and look at what the internet is saying about Elysia and Emmett p>
“You two are the scum of the earth, dreaming of taking Emmett back? If the heavens allow it, then they must be blind p>
Blossom was shaking all over, her face red, breathing hard, her chest heaving.
She could barely stand, needing Hollis to support her.
Seeing the online attacks on Elysia and Emmett pushed her over the edge!
Claire saw the news too.
She slumped against the wall, covering her face as she sobbed loudly.
Cecil, through gritted teeth, threatened Blossom,
“Dare you to say that again, I’ll end you p>
“Oh, I just did. What are you gonna do, huh? After all the disgusting things you’ve done, you’re afraid of a few harsh words p>
“Honestly, I wouldn’t bother wasting my breath on you if you didn’t respond. I’d rather not insult animals by comparing them to you p>
“You’re lower than scum! Less than animals! You don’t even deserve my words p>
“Damn it p>
Cecil, livid, tried to hit Blossom.
But his punch missed and hit Claire instead.
Claire got up to stop Cecil, taking a hit meant for Blossom.
Ignoring her headache, she pleaded, pulling at Cecil’s arm,
“Cecil, please, don’t. It’s our fault, let Ms. Blythe vent a little p>
“Shut up p>
Cecil roared, shoving her away.
Claire fell, crying even harder, her sobs filling the room.
Cecil, devoid of any concern, didn’t even glance at her, let alone care if she was hurt.
Glaring at Blossom, he warned, “You’ll regret this p>
Blossom, red-eyed with rage, threw her phone at Cecil, hitting him on the forehead.
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Blinded by anger, she charged at him, ready to fight, regardless of the odds.
Hollis couldn’t hold her back, and it took the timely arrival of hospital security to drag her away.
Cecil, nursing a lump on his head from the phone, was left fuming, with no outlet for his rage. He locked the door of the room and turned on Claire, hitting her where it wouldn’t show.
All this unfolded in front of Maria.
Maria, in tears, begged, “Daddy, please… don’t hurt mommy p>
Cecil yelled, “Shut it p>
Maria, terrified, clamped her shut,
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