Then, she looked around. “Every nook and cranny here was designed by my mother herself. What qualifies you to say that you are master of the family?”
For many years, the manor had retained signs of that woman. Every time Xenia Zhao had asked to renovate the house, Seneca would reject her, saying that Rosiley’s mother had designed the house, and so he must preserve it for Rosiley’s sake.
“For Rosiley’s sake?” Xenia Zhao’s lips curled up in a smirk. Seneca was obviously doing it for himself so that he would not forget his deceased wife.
For many years, her disagreements with Seneca had increased tremendously, eventually exploding. She finally released her hatred by killing her husband.
She retracted her thoughts as she stared at Rosiley with eyes of hatred. “So what? I will destroy everything to do with that woman, everything.”
“You would dare?” Rosiley was frightened by her words. The manor contained many memories she had shared with her mother. since her mother had died, the manor was the only thing connecting them.
“Why not?” Xenia Zhao smirked as she turned to the wall full of paintings. “Didn’t you discover that her painting was missing? That’s right, I threw it away.”
Her words made a chill run down Rosiley’s spine as she froze.
“Why did you throw away my mother’s painting?” she demanded, staring intensely at Xenia Zhao’s arrogant face and gritting her teeth.
“For what?” Xenia Zhao stood up with her arms around her chest. Her chin was tilted arrogantly. “Rosiley, I am the owner of Manor now, and I can do as I wish. As a married daughter, you have no say in any of this!”
“Slap!” Rosiley slapped her angrily.
Xenia Zhao covered her cheeks in shock and disbelief. “How dare you hit me!!!”
Rosiley was so furious that she smiled. “Why not?”
“You…” Feeling extremely humiliated, Xenia Zhao turned angry and tried to slap her back.
At the same time, another hand reached out to squeeze her hand, followed by a cold and chilly voice. “If you dare to touch her, I will bring you pain and suffering.”
As Corey spoke, Xenia Zhao’s face turned pale. She shouted, “Ouch! That hurts!”
Rosiley turned around. Corey was squeezing her hand with force, making her shout out in pain.
Xenia Zhao felt that her hand was about to break. Her face twisted from pain.
It was too painful!
However, Corey had no intention of letting go. He even increased his force.
“Ouch!” Xenia Zhao shouted out in pain once more before begging for forgiveness. “Let go! I will not touch her!”
Her voice trembled as she sobbed a little.
She seemed to be in extreme pain.
Rosiley glanced at Corey, who raised his brows before chiding her. “Where did you throw away the painting? Tell me, or I will break your hand.”
As he spoke, he increased his strength.
Xenia Zhao responded hastily. “I locked it up in the storage room.”
“Lucky you!” Corey let go of her hand once he obtained the response. He wiped his hand on his shirt as if he had touched something dirty.
Xenia Zhao fell onto the sofa, moaning as she caressed her injured hand.
“My mother’s painting is still around.”
Rosiley heaved a sigh of relief as she became calmer.