Without waiting for me to say anything, Vita slapped me hard in the face.
"Who are you, bitch? How dare you get plastic surgery to look like me and hide in my father's private place? Are you trying to snatch my dad from me?"
The sudden slap made my head buzz.
"You plastic surgery bitch, do you know where this is? How dare you barge in?"
"You even deliberately got plastic surgery to look like Vita to attract the attention of Mr. Smith. In order to squeeze into the rich family, you don't even care about your dignity?"
It was not until that moment that I realized that the person who suddenly ran in and beat me was Vita.
Because of my father's morbid protectiveness, I was always very cold towards him and never even called him dad.
Perhaps to vent his anger or make up for the regret in his heart, he looked everywhere for someone who looked like me.
And Vita was the substitute he found who most resembled me.
At that moment, Vita's face was filled with anger, and her eyes were blazing with fury.
"Bitch, you know my dad loves me so much that you try your best to look like me. You want to be my substitute and replace me, right?"