Serena had only been back in her room for a short while when she heard a knock at the door.
She ran to answer it, only to have Rosemary kick her right in the stomach.
"Qof."
Serena crashed to the floor, wincing in pain.
"Rosemary, have you lost your mind?"
With the door shut firmly behind her, Rosemary strode over with icy composure, grabbed Serena’s collar, and hissed,
"Heard you woke up, huh? Time to settle some scores."
Before Serena could get a word out, Rosemary slapped her in the face.
Caught off guard, Serena was bombarded with slap after slap, feeling dizzy and tasting blood at the corner of her mouth.
Finally, Rosemary kicked her again. Serena felt a familiar sensation, in the exact same spot, prompting an epiphany.
"You... you were the Snow Queen from last night."
She vaguely remembered a Snow Queen kicking her in the stomach with the same force, at the same spot.
There was no mistaking it—it was Rosemary.
"Well, aren’t you the bright one?" Rosemary hoisted Serena up for another kick.
"Since you have such a good memory, make sure you remember this lesson well."
So she wouldn’t foolishly cross Rosemary again and suffer for it.
Serena hit the ground hard, her plaster-wrapped leg crashing to the floor, agony ripping through her.
That damn Rosemary.
Chattering through the pain, Serena threatened,
"I’ll expose you to Grandma and Grandpa and let them see who you really are. You wretch, daring to hit me!"
Rosemary’s lips curled into a frosty smirk. A wretch?
Glancing around the room, her eyes fell on a vanity stool. She picked it up and walked over to Serena.
Too hurt to stand, Serena scrambled back, shouting,
"Rosemary, you wouldn’t dare! When Grandma and Grandpa see my bruises, what will they think of you? Aren’t you afraid of ruining the image you’ve worked so hard to build?"
"If they knew you drugged me, they’d think I went too easy on you."
"Do you have proof? Without proof, it’s slander!" Serena raised her voice, hoping to be heard outside.
"Are you attacking me based on your assumptions? Don’t forget, this is Uncle’s house, not a place for a young girl like you to make a scene!"
"You better hope you’ve destroyed all the evidence. If not, I won’t let you off lightly—"
"So, you have no proof after all. Shouldn’t you be leaving my room then?"
Rosemary smiled coldly.
"Even without proof, if I want to hit you, you’re getting hit."
As she spoke, the vanity stool crashed down on Serena.
Serena’s scream caught the attention of the servants outside.
"Ms. Serena, what’s wrong?" came the anxious knocking of Liz. "Are you alright? May I come in?"
Just as Serena tried to call for help, Rosemary brought the stool down again, and Serena’s cries got even louder.
Liz was terrified and rushed to find Eunice.
"Ma’am, something’s happened to Serena."
The screams were horrifying.
Liz was too timid to open the door and see what was happening inside.
Eunice approached Serena’s door, faintly hearing the sisters’ quarrel.
"Rosemary... how could you..." Serena, in excruciating pain, felt as if her bones were falling apart with every movement. She glared at Rosemary with hatred.
"You dare to drug me, why shouldn’t I retaliate?" Rosemary slammed the stool down on Serena once more.


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