Florence's hand flew up in a fit of rage, and the entire platter of pastries crashed onto Serena's face.
The delicate treats tumbled down her collar, onto her lap, and scattered across the floor.
Gritting her teeth, Florence demanded, "I'm asking you one last time, are you moving out today or not?"
"Mrs. Cooper, you've got a heart condition; don't work yourself up. If you don't want me living here, I'll move out." Serena responded with feigned concern, "But to leave Martin - that I simply cannot do. Even if you sent me to a countryside cottage, cut off from transport, living on bread and water, with no one to wait on me. I'd accept it all; just let me be with Martin."
Florence was fuming, "Fine, you won't leave? Someone, throw her out!!"
The two housemaids were too terrified to show themselves.
"Dora? June??" Florence glanced around, astonished that they were defying her orders. She turned to the bitch before her, "You've got some nerve. You've been here a few days and you've already got my
people on your side? Alright, today, I'll personally see you out!"
Florence stood up, and Serena, with tears streaming down her cheeks, clutched at her clothes and pleaded, "Mrs. Cooper, I know you dislike me. Why not hit me to vent your anger? Beat me once, ten times, twenty times, as long as you let me stay with Martin, I'll endure anything."
"Serena, can you spare us the theatrics?" Diana stood up as well, moving to push her wheelchair.
Serena pressed her hands against the armrests and flung herself forward onto the ground, dropping to her knees before them.
"Mrs. Cooper, Ms. Cooper, Martin and I are truly in love, please bless us," Serena even went as far as to bow her head to the ground.
Florence was stunned by the display of melodrama, not expecting the act to reach the extremes of kneeling and bowing, "Today, even if you split your head open, you're leaving Martin! Diana!"
Diana immediately stepped forward to help lift the woman back into her wheelchair. But Serena played the part of a limp ragdoll, sprawling on the ground, refusing to budge, "Mrs. Cooper, Ms. Cooper, please don't be like this."
Serena flailed her heavily bandaged hands, pretending to strike them carelessly, her long nails deliberately grazing their wrists and the backs of their hands.
"Serena!!" Diana was truly enraged.
After enough thrashing, Serena clung desperately to Diana's leg, sobbing theatrically, "I really love Martin."
Florence couldn't pull Serena away; she tugged at Serena's clothes, even her hair, but Serena wouldn't let go.
"Have you no shame?" Florence was beside herself with anger and slapped Serena on the shoulder.
"Mrs. Cooper, you might as well kill me; as long as I'm breathing, I won't leave Martin."
Florence launched into a physical tirade, and Diana joined in without restraint, their fists and feet raining down.
"What are you doing?"
At that moment, Martin, having heard the commotion, rushed in. He pushed his mother and sister aside and tenderly helped the woman on the floor.
"Why are you wet? What happened to your clothes?" In a panic, Martin took off his suit jacket and draped it over Serena, noticing her shivering and disheveled appearance, his heart felt as if it was being ripped out, overcome with anguish.
"What on earth have you done to her? Who sent you?"
"Martin, what are you doing back? Weren't you supposed to meet with that big-shot business partner today?" Serena, gently placed on the couch by Martin, pushed him away and said, "Don't worry about
me. They just need to let off some steam on me. You go on back, will you?"
"How can you expect me to leave when you're like this? Where's Dora? Where's June?" Martin had never felt so out of control, his anger barely contained.
Dora and June timidly appeared, one wiping the spilled tea from the wheelchair, the other from Serena's clothes.
"Where the hell have you been?" Martin was livid. He had entrusted Serena to their care, only to return from a brief stint at the office to find her like this?
"Don't blame them. It was my doing. They're just earning their wages. Besides, I can take a hit; it's not the first time I've been roughed up. Don't worry. Mrs. Cooper and Ms. Cooper here won't really hurt me. They just needed to vent."
"Martin, can't you see she's playing us against each other?" Diana was seething, especially after Serena shot her a provocative glance following her words.
"That's enough!" Martin no longer wanted to hear her speak, "Just because you're my sister, you think you can come here and lay a hand on my girl? Haven't I told you how much I love her? That she means the world to me?"


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