Chapter 507 Slap Her

Mr. Terrance widened his eyes and pointed at Yunice, cursing, “What kind of thing is she? Clumsy even at serving tea–now I’m supposed to beg her? She doesn’t deserve that kind of face!”

Yunice’s eyes darkened. Even the knuckles gripping her teacup turned pale from the force.

These were all Lily’s relatives. People learn by example.

Lily didn’t respect Yunice, so naturally, her relatives treated her like garbage too.

Years ago, before Yunice was framed and locked in a mental hospital, these relatives would order her around every time they visited. They’d nitpick, mock, and belittle her–as if insulting the Saunders family’s eldest daughter somehow elevated their own status.

Yunice wasn’t the type to silently endure back then. She used to fight back.

But every time she did, she received no support from her mother or brother. What came instead were whipping branches across her back and scoldings about being ill-mannered.

Elsie would put on her good-girl face and “plead” for her, but it was always just stoking the flames. Owen would strike without holding back, and Lily would rush to apologize to Mr. Terrance, saying she hadn’t raised her daughter well–dumping all the blame on Yunice.

Crash! The teacup in Yunice’s hand shattered into pieces on the ground. She silently pulled a napkin and wiped her hands.

Then she said, “Peggy, slap her.”

The words “slap her” came out so calmly that it took a few seconds for everyone to realize what she’d said.

The next second, the room burst into laughter.

“She really thinks she’s somebody now? Who in this house would listen to a nutcase like her?”

“Hey Yunice, heard you spent three years in the mental hospital. When they electroshocked you, did you really piss and shit yourself? Then get blasted clean with a power washer like some livestock? Come on, tell us!”

Peggy looked at Yunice with wide eyes. Yunice was in a psych ward? No way. A lunatic marrying that well?

But the smirks on Lily’s other relatives’ faces made it clear–it was true.

Then one of Mr. Terrance’s other sons chimed in. “Yunice, once you’ve had a mental illness, you’re nuts for life. Even if we all took turns slapping you, the cops would say we were just keeping the peace.”

In other words, even if they beat her, they’d be praised for protecting public safety. Thuil Gill hurled a teacup and hit one of Mr. Terrance’s sons in the head. “Shut your mouth!” Yunice finished wiping her hands, then looked up and said calmly, “You can come over and try.” Mr. Terrance’s two sons took the bait. Hearing Yunice’s challenge, they leapt over the chairs and charged at her, raising their hands. “We’ll hear you if we want!”

Yunice turned to Peggy and said, “If I lose a single strand of hair today, your wedding’s off.”

“What?” That snapped Peggy into full clarity. She grabbed a stool and swung it at them!

Yunice added lazily, “Hit as hard as you want. If you injure anyone, I’ll cover the costs.”

Peggy knew Yunice could afford it, and with that reassurance, she whirled the chair and beat the two Saunders men into a howling mess.

Peggy wasn’t just talk. At 140 pounds and with self-defense training, beating up two lazy, loudmouthed bums was a piece of cake.

Watching his sons get pummeled, Mr. Terrance sat up from Owen’s arms and pointed at Yunice, roaring. “You’ll pay for this! You think you can afford it? You’re trash! Sell yourself to a nightclub for three years and you’d still be worthless. I’ll make you regret this!”

With that, he lunged at her, reaching for her clothes.

Lily didn’t come from a good background. Her own family didn’t like her. To win their approval, she bent over backward to please them.

And because of that constant appeasement, these people thought they, as Moores, could do whatever they wanted in the Saunders household.

Even assault Will’s beloved daughter in front of his memorial portrait.

People like Mr. Terrance had no class. And when they fought, they didn’t even try to make it dignified. He went straight for Yunice’s clothes.

Because in the eyes of men like him, the greatest way to humiliate a woman wasn’t beating her with a branch–it was stripping her bare, subjecting her to the scorn of every pair of eyes, shaming her from spirit to skin, nailing her to a pillar of disgrace for life.

Yunice stared at Mr. Terrance’s reaching hand and remembered all those whippings on her back.

When Owen was a teenager, one stroke of the branch would tear through her clothes and skin alike. Mr. Terrance’s two sons would sit there eating seeds, commenting on how fair her skin looked–no wonder she managed to seduce Paul…

Just as Mr. Terrance grabbed her collar, Yunice caught his radius bone with perfect precision, twisted, and dislocated his wrist with a quick snap.

The sharp pain made Mr. Terrance lurch forward with a groan.