Her lip split, blood trickling down the corner of her mouth. But it wasn’t enough—I raised my hand to hit her again.
Before I could, Jameson rushed forward and shoved me aside, stopping me in mid-swing.
My hand slammed into the shards of the jade pendant, reopening a wound that had just begun to heal. Blood streamed down my palm, staining it crimson. But I felt nothing.
Consumed by rage, I lunged at Yvette once more, determined to hurt her.
Slap!
A sharp sound rang in the air as pain erupted across my cheek. Jameson had struck me.
His hand trembled after the slap.
"Lauren, calm down!"
I stared at him, disbelief and anguish filling my eyes.
Without hesitation, I raised my hand and slapped him back with all my strength.
Furious, he grabbed my wrist tightly, his gaze burning with anger. "Lauren, you can take out your frustrations on me, but you can't hurt Yvette!"
“Even stubbornness has its limits. I’ll replace your pendant, but now, apologize to Yvette.”
I felt like I was on the verge of madness, unable to bear the humiliation and betrayal any longer.
As Jameson gripped the back of my neck, trying to force me to apologize, I bit down on his arm with all the strength I had left.