Chapter 33
Chapter 33
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How could Nola be so naive as to believe her father’s words that he would tell her something about her mother? It was all a pretense to bring her here and subject her to humiliation. It was ridiculous that she actually fell for it.
Nola spun around to leave, but Lelia quickly stood up and blocked her path, grasping Nola’s injured hand and insisting, “Nola, you’re being so obstinate. Your father loves you. Just apologize and make peace. Why rush off before finishing dinner?”
Nola winced in pain, her brow furrowing as blood seeped from the wound, unseen by others. Lelia had gone to great lengths to vent her anger at her daughter.
“Let go!”
“Nola, as your elder, I think you should show me some respect. Please don’t leave. Let’s all calm down.”
Nola struggled to free herself. At first, Lelia grabbed her tightly, but somehow, just as Nola shook off Lelia’s grip, Lelia suddenly release her hands. Nola didn’t even give Lelia a push, yet Lelia stumbled and fell onto the dining table.
No one expected this, and everyone was shocked, including Nola.
“I didn’t push her, so how could this happen?” thought Nola.
The tableware scattered on the floor as Lelia groaned in pain, unable to get up for a while. Myles scowled and helped her sit in a chair. Suddenly, he slapped Nola hard.
“You rebellious daughter!”
Nola’s ears rang as her mouth filled with a metallic taste of blood. She didn’t need a mirror to know how disheveled she looked right now.
Nola glared at her father and said, “You had better live with this woman’s lies for the rest of your life and never wake up. Otherwise, you will regret it.”
This was not her father. What kind of father would treat his own daughter this way? This slap shattered her already broken heart. What was she hoping for? Was she hoping her father would hurt her again and again?
The gentle father of her childhood was gone forever in her memory!
Was it a mess?
When Nola left, she was not only physically distraught but also emotionally shattered. The cold wind continued to blow, and in the darkness of the night, she felt as if she had no place to call home.
She held her phone tightly and left the residential area step by step without looking back.
At this moment, she didn’t want anyone to see her, and she didn’t even want to call the driver to come to pick her up.
Stepping in her high heels, she wrapped herself tightly in her coat and walked along the street, forcing herself not to cry.
Crying for these heartless people was n
