My Daughter-in-law Regretted It After Bullying Me

My voice was loud enough for Helen, who was at the back, to hear.

"Stop."

The girls who were about to raise their hands stopped and made way for Helen.

She tilted her head.

"You're Mrs. Malcom?"

I stood up against the wall and looked at her seriously.

"Yes. I am Fiona of the Malcom family."

After hearing this, they looked at each other and then burst into laughter.

"Seriously? She's Mrs. Malcom? Yeah, right!"

"She dresses so plainly. Anyone who doesn't know will think she's just a passerby. She lies without thinking just so as not to be beaten by us."

"Besides, everyone knows that Mrs. Malcom is getting old. How could she look so young?"

Helen lifted my chin with one hand and looked at me mockingly.

"Don't you have a mirror? Look at yourself before speaking.

"Do you know who Mrs. Malcom is in Los Angeles? Did you even think before lying?

"If Damon knows that you are slandering Mrs. Malcom like this, maybe he will throw you into the sea.

"You seem quite smart, but you're in fact such a fool."

She looked indifferent, tilted her head, and casually spoke to the people around her as if chatting with friends.

"Go and beat her hard. Punch her in the mouth! After all, she dares to say such arrogant words. Slap her till she begs for mercy on her knees."

She retreated to the back, and her lackeys beside her surrounded me again.

They took out razors from their pockets and bags and held me firmly in place.

They shaved off my hair in large clumps. Perhaps they hurt my skin because the blood on my head flowed down, staining my eyes red.

"Stop! I'm really Fiona!

"If you don't believe me, ask Damon to come here and confront me!"

Seeing that I was in such a miserable state and still stubborn, they became even more arrogant.

"She's still thinking about Damon. She's digging her own grave!"

One of the girls viciously stepped on my fingers with high heels and crushed them hard. The people next to her followed suit.

The piercing pain made me breathless, and I couldn't even utter a word.

My hands were covered in blood, and they cut my dress with scissors.

"Well? Do you know how powerful I am now?

"Do you still dare to call yourself Mrs. Malcom?"

Helen walked up and bent down to look at me.

Her tone was gentle, and her gaze towards me was tender, but her gentleness made me shudder.

"I am Fiona.

"When Damon comes, you will definitely regret it!"

Helen's harmless eyes suddenly turned cold.

"You're still waiting for Damon?"

She raised her hand and slapped me.

"How dare you say this!"

After saying that, she slapped my other cheek.

She grabbed my ear and slapped me hard repeatedly.

My face was burning with pain, but then I simply couldn't feel anything.

"I think you're being delusional.

"You dare to say Damon's name."

She looked at the boiling kettle next to her, got up, and walked over with it.

"Let me see how stubborn you are."