You Hit My Heart by Kylie Stanford

Chapter 1765: So Satisfying

Vicki's movements were extremely fast.

And the sensation of pain didn't reach the brain that quickly.

Fox was initially stunned, but then she let out a high-pitched scream like a pig being slaughtered.

"Ah, my hand!" Fox writhed in pain on the ground, howling.

Vicki didn't hold back. She approached and leaned down, leisurely grabbing Fox's other wrist. "Good things cin pairs, right?

Since the right hand can't hit people, the left hand can still be used. So they should go together."

Fox's eyes almost popped out of her head, and she desperately shook her head. "No, please, spare me."

Vicki smiled. "Hehe, what to do? | have a bad temper. The more someone begs me, the less likely | am to let them go."

As she finished speaking, there was another "crack" sound.

Without hesitation, Vicki forcefully dislocated Fox's other wrist.

"Ah, it hurts, it hurts so much! Someone help me! Get an ambulance! I'm in so much pain! Call an ambulance!" Fox cried and

wailed, kicking her legs on the ground.

Carlo heard the commotion and quickly rushed over. He saw Fox lying on the ground, in pain and screaming.

"Mrs. Reese, Mrs. Reese, I'll call for an ambulance right away." Carlo quickly dialed the number for an ambulance. Fox's wrists

needed specialized orthopedic treatment, and the regular doctors at the Saunders family wouldn't be able to handle it.

After making the call, Carlo cautiously glanced at Vicki.

He saw Vicki standing calmly, slowly wiping her fingers with a wet tissue. Then, she disdainfully tossed the wet tissue onto Fox's

body.

Carlo couldn't help but wipe the sweat off his forehead. Mr. Saunders's wife was truly a fierce character. It seemed that there would

be more upheaval in the Saunders family.

Fox struggled on the ground for a while before finally passing out from the pain.

Vicki approached Bride, using her height advantage to lean down and look at her. "You are Yuanyuan, right?"

Bride raised her pale face and nodded gently.

Although she knew that Vicki had helped her just now, she still felt a bit apprehensive. She timidly spoke up, "Sister-in-law, thank

you. I... | need to go to school now."

Vicki smiled slightly. "Go ahead. If you're bullied at school, cand tell me."

She clenched her fist. "I'll teach them a lesson. | guarantee they won't dare to bother you again. No one dares to touch my people.

And about this piano, don't worry, I'll have someone cover to clean and repair it. It will be as good as new."

Bride nodded repeatedly, feeling warm in her heart. "Thank you, sister-in-law."

It seemed that Brother Felix's wife was also very kind to her.

"Goodbye, sister-in-law." Bride glanced at her mother, Fox, lying on the ground, without a shred of sympathy. Her mother had never

shown her any warmth since she was young, always wanting to beat her to death. She could endure it when Brother Felix was

around. But during the years when Brother Felix was away, she had wanted to leave the Saunders family long ago.

Fortunately, Brother Felix had returned and brought back a formidable sister-in-law.

Someone needed to take control of this family.

She quickly turned and left the Saunders family.

Once Bride left, Vicki forcefully pulled Westbrook, who was still sitting on the piano frame, down.

Westbrook saw his mother's wrist being twisted by someone, and he was terrified, too scared to speak, sitting dumbfounded on the

piano frame.

Vicki easily lifted him up as if he were a little chicken.

Carlo quickly stepped forward and advised, "Mrs. Warner, please show mercy. Otherwise, it will be difficult to explain to Mr. Reese."

He secretly thought that Mrs. Reese had suffered several losses at Vicki's hands, and Mr. Reese probably wouldn't intervene.

But Westbrook was different. Westbrook was Mr. Reese's heart and soul, his precious darling.

If anything happened to Westbrook, the old master would be furious.

Vicki sneered. "You don't need to explain. I'll take care of it myself."

She tossed Westbrook into a corner against the wall.

Westbrook cried out in fear, "Wah, who are you? How dare you bully me. I'll have my dad break your legs!"

"Is that so? Little kid, you shouldn't say such things casually. Do you know what it feels like to have your legs broken? Do you want

to experience it first?" Vicki coldly approached.

Westbrook was scared and held his head, "No, no, leavealone, leavealone. Who will save me?"

"There won't be anyone coming to save you today," Vicki said coldly. She casually grabbed a nearby chair and sat down. She had a

lot of free tin the morning, and she was itching for something to do.

Once seated, she took out a soft whip from her waist. The whip wasn't long, slightly shorter than a belt. She only used it when in

close proximity. With a sudden flick of her hand, she lashed it onto Westbrook's buttocks.

"Wuwuwu, wawa, help! Help! It hurts! Mommy, save me! I'm going to die!" Westbrook cried and howled.

"No need to scream; your mommy can't even save herself." Vicki pointed towards where Fox was lying.

The ambulance had already arrived, and three medical staff cand carried Fox away on a stretcher.

Westbrook watched his mother being taken away and looked at everyone around him helplessly. Unfortunately, the people present

either hated him or were too afraid to help him. Everyone remained silent and even quietly left.

Vicki sat leisurely, pointing her whip at Westbrook. "You, eat everything that fell on the floor in the kitchen. Lick the jam off the

table."

She glanced at the clock. "You have two hours. If you don't finish..."

Suddenly, she raised her whip and swept it towards a vase in the living room.

With a "clang" sound, the vase was split in half by the whip.

Westbrook was shocked and scared, to the point of wetting his pants.

A wetness soaked his pants, flowing down to the ground.

Vicki saw it but pretended not to and coldly shouted, "Go!"

Under the threat of the whip's power, Westbrook didn't dare to make a sound, even though he had wet his pants. He reluctantly

crawled into the kitchen and started picking up the grapes that had fallen on the floor.

Vicki followed him to the entrance of the kitchen, elegantly leaning against the wall, crossing her long legs, and calmly supervising.

The poor Westbrook, not to mention eating dirty grapes that had fallen on the floor, he wouldn't even touch peeled grapes that

others fed him. But now, he could only crawl on the ground, cry, and stuff the grapes into his mouth.

He kept shoving them in even when he couldn't eat anymore.

Several maids watched secretly from the side, feeling so satisfied. Finally, someone was disciplining this naughty child. It was so

satisfying! They had been bullied enough by him, and finally, someone in the Saunders family could put a stop to this little demon.

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