A girl, close to Melody, couldn't help but laugh. "Melody, don't you like this page?" she said casually.

But Melody stopped abruptly and looked up. A trace of viciousness flickered in her usually clear, beautiful eyes.

The girl was shocked. A moment later, Melody's smile returned to its usual gentleness. The ferocity seemed like a hallucination.

Melody smiled and said, "No, this page doesn't get along with me." With that, she tore it to shreds.

Stunned, the girl quietly retreated.

Meanwhile, at the Booth family home, Sandra was coming downstairs when Jordan arrived, reeking of alcohol. He'd been out all night. A strong perfume clung to his clothes; even his collar bore obvious red lipstick marks.

Sandra's eyes grew cold, but she smiled serenely. "You're back," she said. Then, she instructed the servants, "What are you waiting for? Hurry up."

She handled this with increasing skill; it happened every few days. Even with the wedding approaching and her pregnancy, Jordan remained unrepentant. Hearing her instructions, he laughed heartily. "Honey, you're so good."

Goosebumps erupted across Sandra's body.

After helping Jordan upstairs, she sat on the sofa, her reflection staring back from a mirror. Pregnancy had added curves, enhancing her mature charm. In her custom-made gown, she exuded an aura of nobility.

Since marrying into the Booth family, she'd enjoyed a luxurious life. Carrying the Booth family's only grandchild, even Jordan's initially harsh parents now treated her well.

Yet, she remained insignificant. Even this wedding was the result of her coaxing Jordan into extravagant spending. On the surface, she looked like a wealthy family's daughter.

But Jordan repeatedly overstepped boundaries. His parents' perfunctory attitude constantly reminded her she was merely living under their roof, a plaything of the Booth family.

Sandra gritted her teeth. Day and night, a burning resentment consumed her. She hadn't forgotten who'd pushed her here, robbing her of her place beside Kenneth.

"Why am I so miserable? That bitch Tiffany must be laughing at me!" Sandra trembled with hatred.

After a while, she calmed down and touched her stomach. Her pregnancy was a secret; no one cared. She guarded the news carefully. It was early, so the Booth family concealed it for safety. The Kelley family, and Tiffany, knew nothing.

Sandra exhaled and gently touched her stomach. "Baby, your existence is a mistake. This time, Mommy needs your help. I'll use you to fulfill my wish."

That afternoon, Tiffany felt an inexplicable unease.

While teaching Zoe basketball, a group arrived. Alexia, surrounded by bodyguards, stood like a haughty princess.

Tiffany smiled casually. "Tell me, how do you want to be beaten this time?"

Alexia sneered. "You think your uncle will help you again? Didn't you see his attitude last time at my family's house?" (This refers to the incident where Tiffany was pressured by Romeo to discuss her marriage to Kenneth, with Richard remaining detached.)

Remembering this, Alexia felt emboldened. "Are you still not giving up? My uncle is tired of you!" she declared.

Tiffany chuckled. That man did owe her a debt. (The original text included a website promotion which has been omitted here).

Seeing Tiffany's laughter, Alexia's anger intensified. Her provocations were ineffectual against Tiffany's calm demeanor.

Alexia signaled her bodyguards.

Zoe interrupted, "Hey, where did this peacock come from?"

Alexia narrowed her eyes. "Peacock?"

Tiffany glanced at Alexia's bright, colorful dress and chuckled.

Humiliated, Alexia's rage exploded. "Go, kill them! Kill them!" she shrieked.

Tiffany, unfazed, calmly sank a three-pointer. She then walked toward them.

A cold voice cut through the air. "Stop!"

The bodyguards turned, immediately obeying. "Mr. Harper," they said respectfully.

It was Kenneth.

Alexia jumped up excitedly. "Kenneth, you came at the right time! This bitch insulted me! She even"

Before she could finish, Kenneth slapped her hard across the face.

Everyone was stunned.

"Is this how we teach you? You throw…" (The sentence ends abruptly in the original text)