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Chapter 139
Even after Mara said that, Natalie held back her anger.
“Name your price p>
“Money? Ha! I’m the daughter of a prestigious family. Do you think I need money?” “What will it take for you to get rid of it p>
“I told you, I’m not getting rid of it. The person Wesley loves has always been me. We used to spend all our time together. You? You’re just a tool for a business alliance p>
“If he loves you so much, why did you have to scheme to lure him to a hotel? Hmph, trying to fool me? I investigated that whole incident thoroughly. From start to finish, you were the one seducing him. You’re nothing but a cheap slut who goes after other people’s boyfriends, and you have the nerve to show off in front of me? You’re a vicious, toxic woman. The moment you arrived at the Mercer family, you started scheming against your own sister, causing nothing but trouble. Now that she’s left, she’s doing a hundred, a thousand times better than you. Mira was born to be a dazzling star in the sky, while you’re just gutter trash wriggling in the dirt. A shameless harlot like you is only good for being a prostitute and nothing more. I’ll ask you one last time. Are you getting rid of it or not p>
Once Natalie got angry, the insults poured out, releasing all the frustration she had been bottling up.
“I’m not. What are you going to do about it? Your nasty words are just talk, but This is our baby, a part of both of us p>
Mara remained stubborn, but by this point, Natalie had lost all her patience.
She had been pampered her whole life; when had she ever been this patient with anyone?
“So you won’t p>
Natalie was done talking.
“What… what are you doing p>
As Natalie advanced on her, Mara suddenly felt a surge of fear.
“Since you’re unwilling, I’ll have to take care of it for you, for the sake of my and Wesley’s happiness p>
With that, she grabbed the front of Mara’s shirt.
Before Mara could react, Natalie stuffed a handkerchief into her mouth.
Mara raised her hands to pull it out, but Natalie seized them in a tight grip.
Natalie had also practiced martial arts since she was young. Though her training was mostly for show, it was more than enough to handle a weakling like Mara. fo
Next, Natalie pinned Mara’s arms behind her back, tied them together with her own silk scarf, and pushed her against the wall.
Then, with her own fists, she began punching Mara’s lower abdomen, again and again.
Mara was in excruciating pain but couldn’t scream.
Her gaze towards Natalie shifted from hatred to fear, and finally, to pleading.
“What, you want to beg me now? Why aren’t you glaring at me anymore?” Natalie taunted as she continued to hit her.
“You didn’t have to go through this
At just over a month, a pill would et
have taken care of it. As long as you stayed away from me and Wesley, We could have coexisted peacefully p>
“But you insisted on fighting me to the bitterend, so you can’t blame me for this. There’s no turning back now if I let that bastard child of yours survive, it will cause endless trouble in the future p>
When her fists grew tired, Natalie switched to kicking. She only stopped when she
saw Mara pass out and blood begin to run down her legs.
She walked out of the private room and, as a mock gesture of kindness, told a waiter, “The person inside fainted. You should go check on her p>
Then, she left.
By the time the Mercer family found out, Mara had already been admitted to the ICU at St. Meridian Medical Center.
Mara was unconscious when the waiter found her and immediately reported it to the manager.
Terrified, they called 911 and sent her to the hospital.
The café owner considered himself unlucky to be caught in such a situation and just prayed the girl wouldn’t die.
On the way to the hospital, they found Mara’s phone and used it to contact the Mercer family.
At 11 PM, Mira was asleep when her phone suddenly rang. Seeing it was an unknown number, she immediately declined the call.
Mira needed her eight hours of sleep every night, without interruption.
But then, the same number called again. Annoyed, she simply turned off her phone.