Chapter 698 The Slap
“I can do it too.”
Rowena’s face turned pale.
She pressed her l*ps together and said, “Please don’t take it personally, Ms. Shaw…”
“I admit that as an older sister. I have been neglectful. Over the past few years, I’ve been busy with treatments and constantly in the hospital. I haven’t dedicated much time to taking care of her.”
“Despite seeking Dame’s help in her care, he’s consistently busy. Lula, the sister of the man who saved his life, has never faced strictness; instead, she’s been spoiled…”
Rowena avoided eye contact and spoke softly about her inability to discipline Ursula. However, she hinted. at being instrumental in saving Damien’s life and emphasized his exceptional kindness towards her and Ursula. She also mentioned the severe injuries she sustained while rescuing Damien.
Cherise had grown tired of hearing such statements.
During her years in the hospital, she had heard more than enough of these covert remarks.
She offered a faint smile, her hands tucked into her pockets, and murmured, “Indeed.”
“I trust, Rowena, that you won’t dwell on matters beyond your control in the future. Your main responsibility should be guiding your sister.”
Rowena’s face hardened and turned pale.
She probably didn’t expect Damien’s ex-wife to respond with distress or anger to her words. Instead, she was being sarcastic?
“What do you mean?”
Ursula lunged forward, aggressively pointing a finger at Cherise’s face, and seethed, “Who do you think you are to pa*s judgment on me?”
“I know better than anyone how my sister treats me!”
“You said it’s about my behavior, but in truth, you’re attacking my sister!”
Cherise shrugged nonchalantly, retrieved her phone, and dialed a number, “Blake, come now.”
A young man in dark blue attire descended from the railing on the second floor.
He straightened his clothes and swiftly made his way to Cherise.
Cherise looked at Ursula stoically, “Ms. Mortis, has anyone ever told you that pointing your finger at someone’s face is rude?”
Ursula was taken aback and stammered, “I…”
As Cherise’s intense gaze weighed on her, Rowena, seated in her wheelchair, promptly interjected, “Ms.
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“I will ensure that Lula is guided appropriately in the future”
“I’m truly sorry.”
“There’s no need for apologies,”
Cherise sipped her tea and casually asked Rowena, “How about I help you with your sister since Blake has some free time, and I’m feeling generous today?”
With a chilling sparkle in her eyes, she commanded, “Blake, teach her a lesson!”
“Yes!”
In response, the young man promptly positioned himself in front of Ursula
‘Smack-
Blake, a man of brute force, left a scorching mark on Ursula’s face with a single, powerful slap.
“Sister-
Ursula’s heart-wrenching sobs filled the air, and she collapsed into Rowena’s arms.
Cherise looked disapprovingly at Blake and said, “You hit her too hard.”
She had initially intended for Blake to slap her a few more times as a lesson.
But now?
This brutal man inflicted the force of five slaps in just one blow.
How could he have continued to hit her?
If he had persisted, the consequences could have been severe, even lethal!
Blake muttered innocently. “You didn’t ask me to be gentle.”
Cherise was speechless.
“When interacting physically with a girl, it is important to be gentle and respectful. This is a basic rule of etiquette that should never be ignored”
