Susanna Smith clung tightly to Phoebe Smith, who was still incessantly throwing herself at Alexander Preston, and upon seeing her niece flushed with aroused desire, Susanna finally reached the end of her patience.
"Slap!" A crisp slap echoed at the courtyard entrance, and Susanna unleashed all her strength in fury!
The drunken Phoebe finally woke up from that slap, her eyes instantly widened as she covered her burning, painful cheek, looking at Susanna with a look of disbelief.
She could never have dreamed that her aunt, who loved her even more than her own mother did, would slap her, and right in front of the man she liked.
Phoebe's body was shaking, her lips pressed tightly together, as more and more warm liquid swiftly filled her eyes, and ultimately she couldn't hold back and began to sob softly.
"Take good care of her, I'm leaving."
