Powerful Revenge: Never Tolerate Unreasonable Demands

After saying that, Jane called Jamar in front of me.

She exaggerated the truth; her mother was even shocked by her words.

"Jamar, you come back quickly; Tiffany wants to kill me and Mom at home. "

Jamar obviously didn't believe it; he could only calm them down.

"Jane, your sister-in-law is not that kind of person; tell Mom not to worry; I will be back soon."

Jane continued to complain, "Hurry up; if you're late, Mom and I will be beaten to death; if you come back, you can only collect our bodies."

Jamar hung up the phone in a hurry, probably rushing home.

Jane arrogantly raised her head and challenged me.

"Just wait and see, see how my brother will deal with you, you bitch."

"At such a young age, she has a sharp tongue. After she said that she wanted to harm me, I couldn't simply brush off such a hurtful remark. I feel I must address this matter."

Thinking of this, I didn't hesitate and slapped her, almost making her unable to stand.

She widened her eyes and covered her face, obviously unable to believe that I actually hit her.

"Tiffany, do you really dare to hit me?" she asked.

I sneered inwardly.

"You said it yourself. I almost beat you to death. If I don't take action, how will your brother believe it? Aren't you exposing yourself?"

After saying that, I slapped her again.

The two consecutive slaps made her dizzy.

Originally, Monica, who was watching the excitement on the side, thinking that her daughter was in a dominant position, suddenly jumped up and hugged Jane, feeling extremely distressed.

"How can you hit Jane? So wild, so rude."

If she weren't an elder, I would hit her, too.

The courses were intense in the past two years because Jane attended high school. I understand because I have taken the SAT.

I brought Jane home to take care of her, providing delicious food and drinks, and she stayed in the biggest room with air conditioning throughout the year.

My husband and I dare not go out, afraid of affecting her studies.

We even spend money to hire a tutor for her, not hesitating to pay 100 dollars for each class.

It was all for her to be able to go to a good university and have a better future.

We even didn't dare to have a child for the past two years, afraid of disturbing her.

Who would have thought we made so much effort, but she only scored 280 points.

It was okay if she didn't do well on the exam; after all, not everyone was brilliant.

I didn't expect her to be so ungrateful and start lecturing me.

After slapping Jane twice, I felt relieved. I returned to my room, closed the door, and didn't bother looking at them anymore.

Jane was sobbing uncontrollably outside, her cries so intense that people might have mistaken it for mourning the loss of a loved one.

She cried and cursed at me loudly.

"Tiffany, you worthless shrew. My brother falling for you is your good fortune. How dare you hit me. I will make my brother divorce you, immediately."

Monica covered her mouth and said, "Don't talk nonsense. Can divorce be mentioned casually?"

Jane was not convinced.

"Mom, she has bullied me like this. Don't you let my brother divorce her? What's good about Tiffany? She's ugly and can't even have a baby. She can't even give you a grandson."

"I really don't know what species she is. She's so young and already using foul language. I don't want to have children. It's all for her sake, this trash." I thought.

I opened the door and threw a garbage bag at her.

"Pack up your things and get out of here," I said.

How could she listen to me? She stomped on the garbage bag fiercely.

"Why should I leave? This is my brother's house. If anyone should leave, it's you; you can't give birth to a child."

I was about to slap her again when Jamar opened the door and came in.

Seeing our confrontation, he paused for a moment and immediately put on a smile as he walked towards me.

"Honey, what's going on? Why are you so angry?" He spoke.

I glared at him and said, "Ask your sister and your mother."

Before he could even ask, Jane started screaming, "Jamar, you can't keep this wife. She's too arrogant. Look, she even gave me a swollen face, and she wanted to hit Mom, but I stopped her."

Jamar looked at me and said, "Impossible; your sister-in-law would never lay a hand on Mom, but you..."

He didn't finish his sentence; Jane stomped her feet desperately and said, "What do you mean? Are you saying that I should be beaten?"