"What's going on?"
Enna Clark didn't speak. She walked straight to Juliet Jordan, expressionlessly pulling up Jasmine Clark who was buried in her arms.
"What are you doing? Enna Clark, take your dirty hands off me!" Jasmine struggled hard, but Enna was too strong and she couldn't break free. Thinking of how Enna had embarrassed her in front of William Sullivan, Jasmine couldn't help but yell, "Let go of me! Auntie, seed!"
As the last word fell.
Enna lifted her hand and slapped Jasmine's face.
"Slap!"
A crisp sound echoed in the villa.
Jasmine was hit, turned her face and unbelievably covered half of her face, "You dare to hit me?"
"This slap is for those three words you just said! I have a dad and a mom. Even if I didn't, it's not up to you to criticize me!"
The words "even if I didn't" jabbed at Jacob Clark, making his old face flush. At the same time, he scolded angrily, "Enna, what are you doing!"
