*Slap!*
Jonathan's head snapped to the side from the force of the blow.
His face and head were already bruised, and now the fresh pain sent waves of dizziness through him.
His breathing grew ragged, veins bulging at his temples—undeniable signs of his fury.
No one except Grandpa Luther had dared to strike him.
This woman had truly lost her mind!
"Jonathan!"
Tamara's voice trembled with concern.
"Margaret, you've gone too far!"
"Too far?"
Margaret sneered, stepping closer.
"You shameless homewreckers have the nerve to judge *me*?"
Seizing the moment, she snatched the teapot from the table and hurled it straight at Tamara.
"If you won't spare your own dignity, then let me ruin that pretty face for you!"
"Aah—!"
Scalding water soaked through fabric, searing into skin.
The burning agony spread instantly, wrenching a shrill scream from Tamara.
This time, it was clearly no act.
"Go ahead, scream all you want!!"
