"Ah, stop hitting me, if you keep this up I'll be disfigured... ah!" Violet Hargrove clutched her face and screamed miserably; she went to the spa for beauty treatments every week, and now her face was about to be ruined.
"Just want to beat you to death, you homewrecker, seducing men, beating you to death—"
Those wives were furious, showing no intention of stopping.
Just like that, Violet Hargrove was beaten up badly.
…
By the time she returned home, she was half-maimed.
Isabelle Nightingale helped her apply medicine: "Mommy, your... face is all swollen..." looking like a pig's head.
"You just taught Eva Nightingale a lesson yesterday, and now you're beaten up in the evening? This must be related to Eva Nightingale."
Violet Hargrove gritted her teeth in pain: "Yes! It must be Eva!!"
