Mr. Right, Spoil Me

Chapter 189 Daughter is A Punching Bag

Esmae’s mother was going to slap Sarah Cox’s face. At this moment, fortunately Anne Talbot stood in

front of Sarah and questioned Esmae’s mother, “ What did Sarah do to you? You’d better make it clear

first, otherwise others would regard you as an uncivilized bitch." Wasn’t it an obvious bullying to hit

Sarah at her will? Anne knew Sarah was extremely unstable, she couldn’t image the consequences if

any accidents happened.

Esmae’s mother scolded loudly with tears, “Hudson died just because of her. Now there are only me

and Esmae in the family. Wouldn’t he be lonely in the heaven? How shall we spend the rest life?”

“Sorry.” Sarah said with a strong sense of blame.

“Who will accept your apology? I just want Hudson to survive.” Esmae’s mother shouted with scarlet

eyes, she hated Sarah to death when thinking of her husband.

The scene was in a mess. Esmae also hated Sarah but she compressed her lips tightly and said

nothing, while her childish eyes became incredibly cold and miserable.

“Mom, let’s go. I don’t want to see her!” Esmae noticed more and more people were looking over here,

someone even took pictures with their phone. You know, nowadays, a little news can hit headlines.

Esmae was also shamed of her mother’s rude behaviors, so she wanted to pull her mother away from

here. Moreover, she was afraid that others would curse her and her mother. In short, she didn’t want to

stay.

“Go? Go where? Your father passed away, where are we going?” Esmae’s mother shouted and also

slapped Esmae’s face.

“Sarah, what happened?” Anne was confused and couldn’t understand the situation.

“Nothing, it’s my fault that Hudson died for me. I can understand that they hate me.” Sarah blamed

herself again. Thinking of the faded past, once again, a strong sense of guilt gradually sprouted in her

heart, it was her fault, everything was her fault...

“Why did you hit your own child? She did nothing wrong.” Anne tried to stop, while Esmae’s mother

continued slapping Esame’s face with all her might, as if Esame was her punching bag. Esame cried

sadly but didn’t dare to dodge, she seemed to be used to that.

“Aunt, please hit me instead. Esmae did nothing wrong.” Sarah also thought it’s unreasonable and tried

to intercede with Esmae’s mother. Esmae’s face swelled, not daring to see her mother because of

burning pain.

“Well. It’s your turn. I will hit enough today.” Esmae’s mother stopped crying and glared at Sarah cruelly

with deep grudge.

“Stop!” Not far away, a man said with high authority. Both Andrew Bask and Ernest came. Looking at

Sarah’s slapped face, Andrew’s face is terribly grim. “What’s wrong with your face?” Five-finger mark

was clearly seen on her face. Sarah lowered her head and Anne minced her word.

“Say it.” Ernest reminded and finally Anne told them what happened just now.

Andrew took Sarah’s arm after hearing the whole story, he thought he couldn’t leave her alone

otherwise she would get hurt. She had already gotten hurt deeply, didn’t she know that? How didn’t she

care about herself?

“You have already accepted Hudson’s accidental personal damage compensation. Why did you still hit

Sarah?” Glaring at Esmae’s mother, Andrew questioned with extreme coldness.

“She asked me to hit, why not? Andrew, don’t bully me. My husband died because of her, I should hit

her to roll over on the ground. "

Andrew’s face turned grimmer after hearing the word. Looking at the woman in his arms, he thought

that her kindness might not be good at some times. Under such a case, kindness deserved bullying. “I

will prepare lawyer's letter. The court will issue you a subpoena later.” Saying coldly, he seemed to be

determined to do that.

“No!” Esmae found something wrong, immediately knelt and begged for her mother, “Sarah, my sister,

sorry, my mom is not deliberate, she is too sad. Please withdraw the subpoena. Now I only have my

mother, I can’t lose her either. Please!”

Sarah couldn’t relieve the sense of guilt. It’s her fault. Who else should be called for account? Raising

her head and looking at Andrew, she bite her lips and feared that Andrew would not agree. “For my

sake, just let them go. After all, I get them into trouble.” She was like a harmless sheep which anyone

can bully.

“No way.” Andrew also looked at her and answered without any compromise. As Andrew didn’t agree,

Esmae couldn’t help crying loudly, “I beg you to forgive us. I promise that my mom wouldn’t hit her any Belongs to NôvelDrama.Org - All rights reserved.

more. My mom is too sad. I beg you, please?”

“Andrew, let them go.” This time, Sarah embraced him and buried her face on his chest. Choosing to

bear by herself was really aggrieved and uncomfortable.

“Have a good look at your face, what’s it like now?” Andrew hated her lack of principles. Always

blaming herself, she really regarded herself as the Avalokitesvara Bodhisattva who could save all the

lives!

“Go, let’s go back.” She tugged at his collar quietly. She couldn't bear to blame Esmae and Esmae’s

mother because it’s her who compromised them. Hudson’s death reminded her the scene when her

father tumbled, at that time, she lost all the hope for all the faiths that supported her had collapsed and

shattered. Anyway, she was at some degree lucky because her father became vegetable while Hudson

lost his life.

Andrew glanced at Esmae and her mother bloodily, "If you think it's unfair, you should not receive

million dollars of compensation before, instead you should ask the court to subpoena us. If that’s the

case, I will accompany you to the end." Some people was extremely greedy.

“Go!” Ernest also pulled Anne away from here.

Seeing Andrew took Anne away, finally Esmae was relieved. “Esmae, am I OK now? Mom is OK now,

right?” Esmae’s mother inquired anxiously, she didn’t understand what Andrew meant. It seemed

Andrew didn’t compromise nor keep embarrassing them.

Esmae looked at her mother and felt bitterness because her mother treated her just like a punching

bag. Mother would hit her whenever she was angry. Since childhood, she always listened to mother. To

satisfy her mother, she tried hard to get great grades. However, her mother always demanded more,

mother would hit her even if she got one score lower than before. Usually her father would stop mother,

but now her father was dead and she got more bruise. Wiping tears, she smiled reluctantly, “It’s OK

now. He should have forgiven us. Let’s go home.”

“Bitch! Your father died and I got into hospital just because of her.” Esmae’s mother cursed.