I caught her hand mid-air, my expression darkening. “Enough! Joey, do you have any respect for your elders? How dare you treat me like this?”
I began, but before I could finish, Joey’s mother, Lucinda Elliott, rushed forward, yanked my hair, and pulled me violently to the ground.
“You shameless wench! You dare talk about respect? Do I look respectable enough for you? You know you’re not as young as my daughter, yet you still had the nerve to crawl into my son-in-law’s bed! Today, I’m going to teach you a lesson you won’t forget!”
She ripped out a handful of my newly styled hair with one hand and clawed at my face with the other.
I regretted not having any security or staff at the old house.
Who could have imagined that this simple, unassuming woman I had seen on video calls would turn out to be so vicious?
“That’s right, Mom! Scratch up her face! Let’s see how she plans to seduce my brother-in-law now!” one of the younger women jeered.
“She’s not even young anymore, doing something so shameful. If she were beaten to death, people would only cheer!” the other chimed in, both dressed in high-end designer clothes, yet speaking such vile words.