Chapter 601
Ignoring Aspen’s murderous glare, Andrew snorted coldly.
“As for you saying that I stood by while you were humiliated at Madblade Martial Academy and didn’t come to your aid… Do you even hear yourself? How ridiculous can you be? Am I your guardian in any way? You get bullied, and I’m supposed to jump in to save you? Sure, fine. Just kneel down right now, acknowledge me as your father, and from today onward, in all of Jayrodale, I, Andrew Lloyd, will have your back!”
With a mocking laugh, Andrew stared at Aspen, waiting for her to kneel. It suddenly hit him just how much of a radical feminist she was, expecting him to rescue her when she was in trouble. And if he didn’t, she held grudges and sought revenge. Women like Aspen, spoiled beyond belief and incapable of understanding basic decency, were a product of unchecked indulgence. If she didn’t deserve a lesson, who did?
Aspen’s face turned crimson with anger, her teeth clenched. “Fine, Andrew, you’re right about everything. It’s all my fault. But this isn’t over! I’m done talking. When Mr. Woods is back, you just wait–and Rodney too. Neither of you will have a moment of peace.”
Christina snapped coldly, “Andrew, let us go.”
Andrew didn’t even glance at her. Instead, he turned to Natasha with a commanding tone. “Natasha, do me a favor!”
Natasha flashed a playful smile. “Of course, anything for you.”
Andrew’s expression darkened. “I don’t like hitting women. But if a woman is shameless and refuses to back down, then she needs a good lesson.”
Natasha grinned. “Got it.”
In two quick steps, she stood in front of Aspen and delivered a resounding slap across her face.
Aspen staggered back, blood dripping from her lips, completely stunned. Irene and Leroy screamed in terror, nearly paralyzed with fear. Christina’s face turned pale as she stumbled back, her eyes wide with disbelief. She had never imagined Andrew could unleash such fury.
“Andrew, how dare you hit Aspen! What’s next? Are you going to hit me too?” Christina shouted, her fists clenched, her voice trembling with both anger and shock.
Andrew’s voice was icy. “For your grandfather’s sake, I won’t lay a hand on you, and I don’t need to. But your arrogance and stupidity will get you into worse trouble one day.”
Aspen, clutching her swollen cheeks, glared at Andrew with eyes full of venom.
“Andrew, do you even realize what you’ve done? No one has ever dared to lay a hand on me–not even my family. The Stevens family is a prestigious family with strict rules. No one ever dares hit me, and you did just that! You’ll pay for this with your life!”
Her voice rose to a furious scream as her gaze burned with pure hatred. Andrew remained unfazed. “The Stevens family’s precious little princess, huh? Turns out, you’re just an undisciplined brat. Since your parents and elders wouldn’t discipline you, I’ll do their job for them.”
Andrew’s voice dropped, laced with chilling finality. “Natasha, continue.”
Without hesitation, Natasha’s hand snapped across Aspen’s face again.
“Oh my, Aspen, your soft skin, that cute little nose, those delicate ears… I almost feel bad for you,” Natasha said with a playful tone, her smile broad. But her strikes didn’t falter. Each slap landed harder than the last, leaving Aspen dazed, her head spinning, barely able to stay upright.
Christina’s face turned ashen. Her voice quivered as she stammered, “Andrew, you—”
“Get out!” Andrew barked, his voice sharp and commanding.
Christina froze, then scrambled to help Aspen to her feet. Without another word, the Stevens family members hurried away, battered and humiliated.