I laughed bitterly.
“That’s for insulting my mother.”
Before she could recover, I slapped her again.
Crack!
This time she fell to the ground. The entire place went silent.
Lydia stared at me like she couldn’t believe what had just happened, probably because she never expected me to fight back.
I crouched in front of her. “You spent years spreading rumors about me.”
Her eyes widened.
“You mocked me.”
I leaned closer. “You humiliated me.”
Then my voice dropped into a deadly whisper.
“But you don’t get to talk about my mother.”
For the first time, Lydia looked afraid.
Real fear.The kind she couldn’t hide.
I stood up and dusted off my hands.“You should be grateful.”
She frowned. “Grateful?”
I glanced at Cain. The moment Lydia followed my gaze, the color drained from her face be
