Chapter 72: Your Mother is The Mistress


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    She chased Kam Zahir around the house, but Kam refused to give the doll back, tossing it around carelessly in her hand.


    “Kam Zahir, give it back to me!”


    “I won’t return it! Your mother’s dead, why do you even want this doll?”


    Angered, Jasmine Yale punched Kam Zahir: “Don’t talk about my mother!”


    “Waah, you actually hit me… Waah…”


    Kam started crying, sobbing heartbreakingly while tears fell ‘plop plop’ down her cheeks.


    “Why are you crying? Taking someone else’s things and still expecting reason?” Jasmine retrieved her rag doll.


    She disliked this daughter of her stepmother, always speaking so harshly, just like her own mother.


    Even though Kam was two years younger than her, she refused to concede to her.


    “You hit me…I’m telling on you…I want mom to hit you too…I want her to throw you out…” Kam sobbed, pointing at Jasmine, “Jasmine, your dad doesn’t want you, your mom is dead, you’re just a wild weed!”


    Jasmine didn’t know how to curse people, but she wouldn’t allow anyone to insult her.


    She swung her small fist,nding a punch squarely on Kam’s chest.


    “Waah, you hit me again, you…you’re just a wild weed!”


    Kam, not one to back down from a fight, quickly retaliated.


    Being two years older, Jasmine was much stronger and quickly pinned Kam down on the couch.


    “Kam, remember this, your mother is a home wrecker and you’re just a child born from such a mother, destroying other people’s homes!”


    It was the first time that Jasmine had uttered such words, but she didn’t regret it.


    Even though Kam was just a kid, she still had to say it!


    She didn’t see Kam as a sister!


    Kam’s mother was nothing more than a home wrecker!


    Kam struggled helplessly under Jasmine’s weight on the couch, crying out in vain.


    “Jasmine Yale, dad doesn’t like your mom! He doesn’t! He doesn’t love you either!” Kam yelled.


    Jasmine and Kam began to wrestle again!


    Kam was badly beaten by Jasmine, her face turning blue.


    But Jasmine wasn’t faring any better, her own hand was already turning a mix of green and purple.


    “Waah…Mom…Mom…”


    Unable to ovee Jasmine, Kam cried out in desperation.


    Just then, Kam’s mother, Jasmine’s stepmother, Nancy Emmett, arrived home.


    Nancy saw at once how her daughter had been pummelled by Jasmine and began to panic.


    Throwing her bag aside, she rushed forward and dragged Jasmine off the sofa.


    With a flick of her hand, she pped Jasmine!


    “No surprise that a wild girl like you came from a wild woman!” Nancy scolded angrily.


    Jasmine covered her face, her cheek stinging and throbbing.


    But she didn’t cry, she didn’t shed a tear, instead she stared defiantly at Nancy.


    “Baby, where does it hurt? Where does it hurt?”


    Nancy ignored Jasmine and bent down to examine Kam’s injuries.


    Kam threw herself into her mother’s arms, sobbing uncontrobly.


    “Mom, Jasmine hit me, it hurts so much, my whole body hurts. Why is she so wild?”


    “Baby, we won’t stoop to her level because she’s wild due to herck of a mother. We can’t learn from her, understand?”


    “Kam took my doll!” Jasmine grumbled angrily.


    Her small face was flushed red from Nancy’s p, her cheek stinging and buzzing like a swarm of bees was in her ear.


    “Shut up! You uneducated illegitimate child!” Nancy cursed Jasmine, “Why didn’t you die with your mother? Are you just living to waste food?”


    Jasmine froze, experiencing a pure form of malice for the first time in her life.


    At that time, she was just an eight-year-old child..