“I carried you for ten months, raised you with so much effort, and this is how you repay me? You ungrateful little bastard! Instead of letting you trample me, I might as well kill you right now!”
In her rage, my mother grabbed a vase and hurled it at me.
Just as the crystal ornament came flying toward me, a familiar figure stepped in front of me.
“Mrs. Smith, I already told you—Daniel Smith has nothing to do with your family anymore.”
“If you dare to bully my fiancé again, I won’t hesitate to use certain means to make you pay.”
Looking at Olivia White’s back as she shielded me, my nose stung.
All my life, I had longed for this moment—for someone to stand in front of me when I was beaten and helpless.
But now, as I watched Olivia’s back, my heart felt only bitterness.
Because before she stepped forward, I had already smelled it—the lingering scent of Eric’s cologne on her.
Still, it was Olivia who got rid of the problem.
After my mother stormed off, she knelt down to tend to my wounds.
When she saw the bruises and blood, she frowned.
“Daniel, why are you so foolish? When others hurt you, don’t you ever think to fight back?”
“I’m used to it,” I replied flatly.
Used to being bullied.