Javier's eyes widened. He did not expect me to be so rebellious today.
Immediately, his face turned furious. He grabbed the plate on the table and threw it at me.
“You stinky bitch, I think you deserve to be punished.”
He did not notice that there was a fruit knife on the plate.
The plate and the leftovers hit me hard in the face, making me look like half a trash can.
Fortunately, the fruit knife flew and did not hit my face, but instead cut my arm.
Blood gushed out wildly. It felt like my heart was bleeding.
“Ouch! It's bleeding.” Garcia pretended to be nervous, but a playful smile hung on the corner of her mouth.
“Hmph, as long as she doesn’t die, it’s fine! When it comes to handling a woman, you can’t afford to go soft; otherwise, it’ll just cause a bigger mess,” Javier said firmly.
Several people laughed together, praising Javier's excellent family status and looked at me as if I were a dog.
A strong sense of humiliation spread in my heart. It almost suffocated me, so I clenched my fists, digging my nails into my flesh.