<h4>Chapter 3: Going Home</h4>


    <strong>Trantor: </strong>As Studios <strong> Editor: </strong>As Studios


    After putting the luggage away, I brought the two little kids back to the home that I hated. If it wasn’t for my father and stepmother, I wouldn’t have lost my son!


    Every time I thought about this, I was filled with hatred.


    When we got home, I took the two kids straight to the second floor.


    If my father hadn’t specifically called me a while ago to inform me that Peter was willing to break off the engagement, and that he needed me home to sign the annulment papers, I would never have stepped into this house again.


    Suddenly, the lively Nicole pulled my hand and said,?<i>“Mommy, there are people fighting there.”</i>


    I casually nced over and saw a group of women surrounding another woman in the small parlor. They were punching and kicking her onto the floor.


    However, when I took a closer look, the woman in the lead was my step-sister Shana, and the one who was beaten up was my aunt’s younger sister, Sandy.


    I hurried over and heard Shana scolding.?<i>“You bitch! How dare you praise that fat girl at my birthday party? You’re just trying to ruin my fun, aren’t you?”</i>


    Sandy held her head and sobbed as she exined,?<i>“I didn’t. I only said that Luna would look better after she slimmed down. I didn’t ruin your fun!”</i>


    <i>“How dare you still deny it? Sisters, beat this bitch to death!”</i>?Shana red and kicked her.


    When Shana raised her hand and was about to p Sandy again, I immediatelyshed out at them.?<i>“Let’s see who else dares to hit her!”</i>


    Thereafter, I stepped forward and grabbed Shana’s wrist tightly.


    <i>“What are you doing! Let go!”</i>?Shana yelled.


    I casually shook off her wrist and pushed past her to check on Sandy’s injuries.


    <i>“Sandy, I’m here. Don’t be afraid.”</i>?I helped her to her feet, then scanned the other abusers.


    Shana’s eyes widened even more when she heard my voice.?<i>“You’re Luna?” she said in disbelief. “The fat girl with the bastard child?”</i>


    I couldn’t stand people calling my baby a ‘bastard’. I raised my hand and pped her.


    I used a lot of strength to p Shana.


    Shana came back to her senses. She held her face and stared at me.?<i>“How dare you hit me? You’re finished! I’m going to ask my parents to teach you a lesson, you little bitch!”</i>


    I sneered.?<i>“Heh, let’s see who will have thestugh.”</i>


    After speaking, I reached out and pped her again.


    Seeing Shana’s face rapidly swell, I felt a little better andughed.


    <i>“Look at yourself. You’re the pig, aren’t you?”</i>


    After sending Sandy off, I told my two babies to wait for me outside the study on the second floor.


    As soon as I walked through the door, I saw my father frowning at me. I sneered and asked,?<i>“Where’s the annulment letter? Take it out.”</i>


    <i>“Luna, you still don’t know your ce!”</i>?My father immediately became angry.


    My stepmother added fuel to the fire.?<i>“How uneducated.”</i>


    I ignored them and knocked on the table.?<i>“Don’t make me repeat myself.”</i>


    Only then did my stepmother reluctantly throw a piece of paper at me. I stared at it.


    Written on it were the terms of the annulment, which was to voluntarily allocate my mother’s inheritance as a dowry for Shana.


    They kicked me out of the house, took my son, and are now aiming to take away my mother’s inheritance?


    <i>“I do not ept the terms,”</i>?I said coldly.


    Father’s expression changed.?<i>“You messed around outside, causing Shana to beughed at all the time over the years.. Think of it as you making it up to Shana.”</i>