Chapter 10
Noah Thorpe, the second son of Thorpe Corp, was Wilson’s childhood friend. While he was
handsome and well–dressed, his attitude and behavior were insufferable.
Noah had disliked Daphne from the very beginning He often mocked her rural background, claiming she reeked of poverty and didn’t belong in their social circle. He treated her with disdain
every time they met.
Previously, Noah kept his insults in check out of respect for Wilson. But now that Wilson and
Daphne were divorced, no one was happier than Noah–except maybe Yvonne.
Carrying a bag that contained cake from a luxurious spot, Noah intentionally bumped into
Daphne’s shoulder as he walked past and then fawned over Yvonne, “Yvonne, I know you love desserts from this shop, so I had someone wait in line to get this for you.
“It’s a limited–edition Black Dove. You should know they only make ten every day. I’m wishing you and Will everlasting happiness, my dearest sister–in–law.”
In the seven years Wilson and Daphne were married, Noah had never once called her his “sister–in-
law“. Yet now, Noah was already using the term before Yvonne and Wilson were even married.
Zoey felt a surge of indignation on behalf of her sister.
“Daphne, is this how you’ve been bullying Vonnie when I’m not around?” Wilson’s tone was icy, and his words were laced with venom.
His dark gaze, blending with the shadows, carried chilling intensity. It was like a predator about
to strike.
Daphne’s breath caught for a moment, and her fingers curled up before finally relaxing.
She adjusted her disheveled hair, regained her composure, and slowly turned to face him. She said while striving to appear calm, “Bullied her? Your mistress is lucky no one’s putting her in her place. She ran her mouth and got taught a lesson. That seems fair to me.”
Daphne knew arguing with Wilson was pointless he always sided with Yvonne when it came to
her.
Seeing Wilson arrive, Yvonne’s entourage regained their confidence. They had been silent moments earlier, but now, they started clamoring all at once.
“Mr. Farrell, thank goodness you’re here! If you hadn’t come, Yvonne would’ve been beaten to death by Zoey!”
“Mr. Farrell, you have to stand up for Yvonne. She didn’t do anything, and they attacked her with a beer bottle out of nowhere!”
Wilson’s gaze darkened as he noticed the shards of broken glass scattered actoss the floor. His
brows furrowed in displeasure.
Yvonne seized the moment, throwing herself into his arms and beginning to sob. “Mr. Farrell, it’s my fault I shouldn’t have shown up and upset Daphne. But I didn’t know she was sitting in the booth next to mine. If I’d known, I wouldn’t have come. Please don’t blame Daphne. It’s just a few
slaps and a broken bottle. I–I’m fine, really. I can take it…”
Yvonne’s well–practiced display of helplessness successfully stoked Wilson’s anger.
He narrowed his eyes at Daphne, saying in a sharp and accusatory tone, “Which hand did you use
to hit Yvonne?”
Daphne chuckled at this. She was unable to reconcile the man standing before her with the
cunning, calculated businessman she once knew.
Her gaze turned cold as she stared at him. Her expression was full of disdain, as if she were looking at a damn fool. “What do you think?”
Zoey noticed the increasingly tense standoff between Wilson and Daphne. Worried that her impulsive actions might cause trouble for her sister, she stepped forward to explain.
“I was the one who hit Yvonne, and I broke the bottle, but I didn’t hit her with it.”
Yvonne’s sobs rose again. “Mr. Farrell, Zoey’s right She didn’t hit me with the bottle. It was me. accidentally knocked the bottle out of her hand. Please don’t blame her…”
However, this was Yvonne’s reserved booth. Why would Zoey bring a bottle here in the first place? Anyone with a bit of sense could tell Yvonne’s story didn’t add up.
Wilson let out a cold laugh. “Without Daphne’s instigation, would Zoey have dared to come and cause trouble for you?”
He turned to Daphne, and before she could process what was happening, he grabbed her wrist and flung her toward Yvonne. His commanding gaze bore into her.
“Hit her back.”
No one expected Wilson to take Yvonne’s side in such an extreme way–not even Yvonne herself.
Her eyes sparkled with unconcealed triumph, as if she had won a hard–fought victory. Yet she feigned her usual meek and helpless demeanor. “M. Farrell, I… I wouldn’t dare…”
“What’s there to be afraid of? Do it!”
To Wilson, Yvonne’s current hesitation was the result of being bullied too many times by Daphne. His dark eyes grew colder and more menacing. “I’m right here. She won’t dare do anything to you. Hit her.
Yvonne hesitated for a moment before her hand twitched in anticipation.
Daphne let out a disdainful snort. “Go ahead. Try me.”
Wilson’s patience snapped, and his gaze shifted to Noah. “Hold her down”
Seizing the opportunity to humiliate Daphne, Noah grinned and cracked his knuckles. “Got it.”
In the next second, Daphne was pinned down by Noah, and she was unable to move. She felt his
hand gripping her shoulder with painful force, as if he was trying to crush her bones.
A surge of anger ignited in Daphne’s chest. It was burning so hot it nearly consumed her entirely.
Seven years. Seven whole years of marriage! She and Wilson had gotten together out of love, but
now that his feelings for her were gone, he was capable of being this heartless.
“Wilson, do you really have to take it this far?” Daphne asked, her tone unnervingly calm as her
eyes fixed on him.
Her naturally sharp, almond–shaped eyes tilted upward at the corners, exuding a cold, striking
allure. When she looked up at Wilson, the slight lift of her gaze was as piercing as a venomous
snake flicking its tongue.
Wilson felt an icy, bone–deep hatred radiating from those eyes for reasons he couldn’t explain.
This wasn’t the Daphne he knew. The Daphne he remembered was obedient, submissive, and
never dared to go against him. An unfamiliar weight settled in his chest. He realized he didn’t like
this version of Daphne at all.
He turned and gently patted Yvonne’s head. “If I don’t do this, she’ll never learn her lesson
Yvonne, do it.”
Zoey panicked beside them, and she shouted, “If you’re going to hit someone, hit me! Don’t touch. my sister! Wilson Farrell, it was me who hit Yvonne You’re just a coward who’s bullying my sister because she used to love you. You’re truly heartless”
“Zoey, stop wasting your breath on him,” Daphne interjected, unwilling to hear anything about her past with Wilson
She looked directly at him and said coldly. “Wilson, you’d better kill me now. Otherwise, we’ll
settle this later.”
As she thought back on their relationship, all Daphne felt now was disgust
Wilson’s hand, which had been softly ruffling Yvonne’s hair, paused momentarily. But in the next second, his tone remained merciless as he uttered the words, “Do it.”
Yvonne desperately wanted to follow Wilson’s command and slap Daphne. However, she also wanted to maintain her image of kindness and grace in front of him. She couldn’t afford to be seen
openly bullying Daphne
Instead, she redirected the slap and landed it hard on Zoey’s face.
As she slapped Zoey, she used a tearful voice to feign remorse. “I’m so sorry. Mr. Farrell told me to do it. I don’t want to hit Daphne, so Zoey, I have no choice but to take it out on you. Please don’t
blame me for this…”
At first, it was one slap, then two and three….
Daphne silently counted each slap in her head By the time Yvonne was done, she had delivered 13 slaps in total.
Daphne neither begged nor resisted. She merely remained eerily calm throughout the ordeal. Yvonne continued murmuring apologies, but the force behind each slap never lessened
When she finally stopped, Zoey’s face was swollen and red
