Estie Was Beaten
On the way to kindergarten, Estie sat in the back seat with her school bag in her arms, her eyes
drooping, and her tiny body slumped. Wendy Fuller was determined to get acquainted with this little
brat. At the very least it should look okay on the outside.
Looking at Estie‘s posture through the rearview mirror, she pretended to be concerned, “Is Estie not
feeling well? Do you want me to take you to the hospital?”
Estie heard Wendy but did not raise her head.
Wendy frowned yet continued to show concern softly, “How about I get you a day off from school? Let‘s
go back home instead.”
There was still no response. Seconds later, Wendy became impatient, “Estelle Lawrence, I am asking
you a question. Why are you making that face? I can‘t even talk nicely to you now, is it?”
Estie disassociated from hearing Wendy‘s confrontational tone. She shrank into her seat even more
and hugged her schoolbag tighter.
Wendy Fuller noticed Estie‘s obvious resistance towards her and thought about what Melody Bloome
said yesterday. This little brat was the reason why Byron Lawrence was unwilling to marry her. As she
ruminated over that thought, the angrier she felt.
If it weren‘t for this little brat‘s attitude towards her, would Rosalie Jacobs even have a chance to be
near Byron‘s side? Rosalie’s return to Coast City was not the only thing that bothered her!
After slight consideration, Wendy swerved to the side of the road with dissatisfaction and slammed on
the brakes.
Estie was caught off guard and fell forward. The little girl pursed her lips, and raised her eyes, to face
Wendy‘s terrifying stare in the rearview mirror.
Both eyes met, and Estie‘s pupils shrank as she looked around in a panic. This bad lady looked like
this every time before she does something to her. Now she has no way to ask for help…
Estie‘s terrified look infuriated Wendy even more. She opened the back door and sat in the back row,
slamming the door. Poor Estie tried to get away from her, but Wendy Fuller grabbed her arm roughly.
“Little Non–verbal, how dare you? You act as if you hate me so much, it‘s just a show for your father,
isn‘t it?” Wendy‘s face twisted wickedly as she tightened the grip around Estie‘s arm,” Was I not good to
you all these years? I‘m close to worshipping you like an ancestor. That‘s how you repay me? Do you
think I wouldn‘t dare do anything to you?”
Estie‘s eyes were red from the pain of Wendy‘s death grip, but she still held her tongue and didn‘t make
a sound. The little girl lowered her gaze and dared not look at her.
Wendy could no longer wait for her response. She was insanely livid at this point. She dragged the
helpless child onto her lap and slapped Estie‘s behind, “Damn non–verbal, if it wasn‘t for Byron, do you
think I would be so accommodating? It‘s fine if you don‘t repay me for tolerating your shit, but how dare
you wag your tail at that bitch Rosalie! Ungrateful dog! Let me tell you, even if you don‘t want to, you
must accept my marriage to your father! Otherwise, don’t blame me for what I will do!”
Wendy‘s vicious cursing and crisp slaps resounded in the back seat of the car. Estie‘s eyes were red,
and tears kept rolling, but she stubbornly kept her mouth shut, unwilling to cry in front of her.
“You keep being stubborn!” Wendy was dissatisfied that Estie still kept mum, and pinched the – little
girl‘s inner thigh fiercely, “I‘ll see how much you can take this!”
Estie kicked her leg in pain, tears flowed uncontrollably as she cried in silence, struggling to get off the
monster.
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