"We shouldn't have adopted you! We should've drowned you in a cesspit when you were born!"
"You're nothing but a curse! You bring nothing but trouble!"
"Felicia, give me back my son's life!"
Howell's eyes bulged with rage as he fumbled in his pocket. He pulled out a pair of scissors and lunged at Felicia.
Right as Stanley was about to intervene, he saw Felicia effortlessly grab Howell's wrist, twist it, and kneed him, toppling him over. Without hesitation, she scooped up a handful of dirt and grass from the lawn and stuffed it into Howell's mouth.
While it hardly caused any harm, it was absolutely humiliating!
Howell instinctively tried to spit it out, but Felicia clamped his jaw shut, preventing him from opening his mouth.
Tabitha shrieked at the sight, then charged at Felicia like a mad woman. She clawed at Felicia with her nails, which she intentionally sharpened.
Felicia kicked her to the ground, then repeated the same humiliating treatment, shoving dirt into Tabitha's mouth.
Moments ago, the pair had been hurling insults with unbridled ferocity. Now, they were bent over on the ground, frantically spitting dirt and coughing up dirt. Even after spitting out the dirt, the earthy bitterness lingered, leaving them retching in disgust.
Throughout the ordeal, Felicia remained expressionless. She said calmly in a cold voice, "It was Kayla who sent you, wasn't it?"
Her new address was a secret. Even Dexter and Myra didn't know it. The only person with connections capable of uncovering it was Kayla, who had latched onto the Carrell family.
Howell opened his mouth to curse again, but the sight of Felicia scooping up another handful of dirt made him shut up instantly.
Tabitha braced herself and retorted, "So what if she did? Without us, you'd be nothing, you wretch!"
Hearing this, Felicia let out a soft, chilling laugh. "If it weren't for you two deliberately swapping me with Kayla back then, I wouldn't be what I am. Instead…"
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