Chapter 116

A maid called out, “Ms. Lloyd is back.”

Yvette’s face twisted with fury. The moment she saw Rachel, her anger flared even hotter.

She snapped at the maid, “Ms. Lloyd? She’s not even a real daughter of the Lloyd family. Who are you calling Ms. Lloyd?”

Startled by Yvette’s outburst, the maid shrank back and didn’t dare say another word.

Rachel, however, walked in calmly. She patted the maid’s shoulder before looking at Yvette and said, “If you’re angry, take it out on me. What’s the point of yelling at her?”

Yvette clenched her jaw tightly, her face streaked with tears. “Rachel, you’ve got the nerve to come back? If it weren’t for you, I would’ve ended up with Tyler!

“And now? You’ve gotten everything. You must be proud of yourself, right? The two biggest names in Yurelia City both fell for you.”

Rachel scoffed. She gave Yvette a slow, side-eyed glance. “Is your only purpose in life to sleep with men?”

“You!”

“Enough! Both of you, stop fighting.” Gerald slammed his hand on the table. He looked at Rachel sternly. “Rachel, answer me. Was it really you in the room with Tyler, not your sister?”

“That’s only because she-”

“I only need a yes or no.”

Rachel narrowed her eyes. “Yes.”

Gerald continued speaking. “And the slap? Was that your doing too?”

“Yes.”

Gerald nodded slightly, deep in thought. He then got up and walked over to Rachel. He stared at her for a few seconds.

Suddenly, a loud slap echoed through the living room.

Everyone stood frozen, their eyes locked on Rachel.

Rachel was caught off guard too. She only felt a sudden gust of wind brush past her cheek, followed by a sharp, burning pain and the sound of the slap ringing in her ears.

Yvette, who had been crying a moment ago, hadn’t expected Gerald to actually slap Rachel himself. She stood there in disbelief, mouth slightly ajar, staring at them.

The shock only lasted a second. Soon enough, her surprise turned into smug satisfaction.

‘Serves you right, Rachel. That’s what you get for acting all high and mighty, and for stealing my man. You think you can lay a hand on me just because of your status? Now, you’re finally getting a taste of your own medicine.’

Rachel held her cheek, trembling all over. Her gaze turned cold as she glared at Gerald.

Gerald, who had seen his fair share of storms, still felt a shiver run down his spine from that look.

Rachel’s gaze stayed firm as she said coldly, “That slap just settled the debt of all those years you raised me. From now on, if you ever lay a hand on me again for Yvette’s sake, I won’t let it slide.”

All these years, she knew Gerald had never liked her. She knew he resented her for taking the life that was supposed to belong to Yvette, his real granddaughter.

It wasn’t like she had ever wanted that.

Who would willingly live a life full of unpredictable lows and highs? Did they really think giving up all the good things in life was easy?

Even Yvette looked shocked for a moment. She hadn’t expected Rachel to speak to Gerald like that.

‘Has she lost her mind?’

But soon, she sneered again.

“Rachel, who do you think you are to talk to Grandpa like that? Do you think a slap is enough to repay everything the Lloyd family has given you? Dream on.”

Rachel shot her a cold, sideways glance, and Yvette instantly felt like she had been dealt a heavy blow.