Tears welled up in Cierra’s eyes as she said, “But I’m a girl, I don’t want to be separated from mommy.” Even the people around her were moved by this adorable little girl’s crying.
It’s hard to imagine anyone would willingly harm such an adorable little girl. Even her crying is so beautiful. How could anyone bear to hurt her?
“Mommy… I don’t want to soak in the hot spring. I want to go home,” Cierra sobbed.
Her crying made Miss Callahan even more pleased. She walked with her arms crossed in front of Cierra, casting a sinister gaze from above.
“Oh, my goodness, Miss Lawrence, I have to say, what kind of daughter have you raised? She’s so emotionally fragile, crying at the slightest thing.”
“I heard on TV that parents in Chulae spoil their children and always comfort them when they cry.”
“Hehe… on this matter, Jostranan parents are quite different. If a child behaves rudely and throws a tantrum, we simply ignore them. That way, once they get tired of crying, they’ll quiet down.”
She spoke with a rhythm, filled with disdain for Cheyenne and Cierra.
True enough, upon hearing her words, Cierra wiped away her tears and stopped crying. If she continued to throw a tantrum, she would become the brat mentioned by this wicked woman.
“Mommy.”
Cierra reached out her chubby little hand and held onto Cheyenne’s hand. “Mommy, Cierra won’t cry anymore. Cierra will be a good girl. Since Auntie won’t let me in, I’ll wait outside for you.”
Upon hearing this, Cheyenne’s brows furrowed deeply. How could her precious daughter be easily bullied by an Angelic bitch?
Go outside?
“Where do you think you’re going? Stand here and behave yourself.”
As soon as she spoke, Cierra didn’t dare to move anymore.
She stood frozen in place, watching as her cold and dominant mommy slowly walked towards Camilla. A chilling aura surrounded her, exuding an astonishing presence.
Camilla felt the overwhelming pressure as Cheyenne approached, involuntarily taking two steps back.
“What do you think you’re doing?”
“I warn you, I am the Callahan family’s young lady and Benson’s cousin. If you dare to lay a hand on me, I…”
Cheyenne interrupted her with a harsh slap before she could finish her sentence.
The sound of the slap echoed loudly as Camilla’s fair skin turned red and swollen. She stood there, holding her face in disbelief, looking at the woman in front of her.
“I just slapped you. What can you do to me now? I don’t care about your background, or if you’re Benson’s cousin. If you dare to bully my daughter, then you’re asking for trouble!”
“You said children are not allowed in the bathhouse, right? Well, I’m sorry, this is a public place. If you don’t want to stay, I’ll kindly escort you out right now.”
Cheyenne’s words were firm and resolute. She grabbed Camilla’s hand and twisted it behind her back, causing a bone-cracking sound.
With her other hand, she opened the door of the bathhouse and swiftly kicked Camilla out without any mercy.
“Ah! Cheyenne, how dare you!”
In the struggle, Camilla’s towel happened to hook onto the door handle, and in the blink of an eye… the towel slipped off.
To make matters worse, the commotion attracted the attention of the others who were rushing over from the men’s bath.
“What’s happening?”
Before Benson could finish his sentence, he caught a glimpse of a white figure from the corner of his eye. He quickly closed his eyes and turned his head in the other direction.
Kelvin also didn’t expect to encounter such an awkward scene, but he averted his gaze, focusing all his attention on his wife and daughter.
When he saw the traces of tears on Cierra’s face, Kelvin exploded with anger. “Who bullied you?”
“Daddy… you finally came,” Cierra cried as she was embraced by her father who felt guilty for being late.
Cheyenne walked up with arms crossed while gracefully picking up Miss Callahan’s dropped towel before throwing it over her body. She couldn’t help but notice Miss Callahan’s pregnancy stretch marks on her belly.
“Oh, Miss Callahan, please put your towel back on,” after a pause, Cheyenne’s voice echoed above her head with a mocking tone, instilling fear like a demonic incantation.
“Miss Callahan, your special tattoo on your belly is quite something.”
Vertical stripes covered her fair and flat abdomen, and anyone experienced enough would recognize the meaning behind those lines.
Mr. Shaffer was the first to react. He muttered softly, “Miss Callahan is supposed to marry into the royal family next month. How could she… have been pregnant?”
In recent years, there had been ongoing power struggles within the royal family. The new crown princess was Camilla’s own aunt, and to consolidate family influence, the Callahan family decided to marry Camilla to her cousin, with the wedding taking place next month.
But no one could have anticipated that the seemingly innocent and elegant Miss Callahan from the Callahan family would have such a scandalous personal life.
What’s more, if this matter were to be known by the royal family, the Callahan family would undoubtedly be accused of deceiving the monarchy. Camilla would become the scapegoat for the entire family, unable to establish herself in society anymore.
She, in a state of panic, grabbed a towel to cover her body and crawled towards Benson, step by step. “Cousin… save me, save me.”
“It’s all because of this wicked woman. She deliberately wanted to humiliate me,” she lamented.
The “wicked woman” she referred to was Cheyenne, who stood by with a faint smile, watching her.
“Miss Callahan, I am indeed a wicked woman, but I had no intention of making you publicly embarrassed. All of this… is just a coincidence.”
Even the most blind person could see the conflict between the two of them. Benson, caught in the middle, felt incredibly troubled.
“Camilla, you’ve gone too far this time. I know Cheyenne’s character very well; she wouldn’t argue with you without reason.”
Camilla was clearly dissatisfied with Benson taking Cheyenne’s side, glaring at the woman in front of her with gritted teeth. “Cousin, do you not believe me?”
“Do you trust a stranger more than you trust me?”
However, Camilla didn’t realize where she had gone wrong. She didn’t understand that, for Benson, Cheyenne was never a stranger!
In fact, she was someone dearer to him than his own family.
“Camilla, you shouldn’t have provoked Cheyenne. This time, even I can’t help you.”
“Cousin! We’re relatives. Am I less important than this woman?”
In the desperate gaze of Camilla, Benson nodded.
“Yes!”