Thinking about the suffering endured these past days,
Melody Foster felt a heavy suffocation in her heart.
However, now she told herself that none of it was worth it.
She might as well consider herself bitten by a snake.
As long as she was not dead, that was all that mattered.
And she didn't need to bite the snake back.
"How exactly did I corner you?" Jane Foster looked Melody Foster up and down, "I drove you into His Highness's bed! Ha, let me guess, you didn't go whoring and end up in his bed, did you? Wow, who would have thought, my little sister has some skills after all, otherwise how could she have charmed His Highness head over heels?"
Upon hearing Jane Foster's vile words, Melody Foster could no longer contain the rage in her heart and raised her hand to slap Jane Foster across the face.
A crisp smack resonated in the air.
With this slap, Melody Foster vented all the grievances and pain she'd suffered these days, all the fears and risks she'd taken, onto Jane Foster.
