Meanwhile, Sabrina sat there as if nothing had happened.
Sommer, on the other hand, was so furious she burst into tears right then and there.
“Honey, I can’t go on! Our own daughter just hit her own mother!”
“Oh God, open your eyes and look at this—is she even my daughter? How can she be so cruel?”
“Sabrina, you little witch! You dare to raise your hand against me? You’ll pay for this—I swear, heaven will strike you down! Oh, why did I ever have such a daughter?”
In the kitchen, the housekeepers exchanged shocked glances.
They had lost count of how many times they’d been stunned today.
Good Lord!
Sabrina actually dared to hit Mrs. Sutton!
And that’s her own mother!
This was beyond belief.
Desmond stood off to the side, his head pounding, chest heaving with anger.
His wife on one side, his daughter on the other.
Both had managed to cross the line today.
Sabrina brushed her hands off, completely unfazed by Sommer’s hysterics.
She took a seat, her voice cool and steady.
“That’s all it takes to break you? The things I just said—those are only part of the lies Elena’s been spreading about me.”
Sommer’s sobbing stopped abruptly.
Relief flickered across her face, quickly replaced by the sting of realizing Sabrina had used her as an example.
“Couldn’t you just say it directly? Did you really have to use me as some kind of experiment? I’m your mother, for heaven’s sake!”
Having been yanked by the hair and slapped across the face, Sommer knew she would never forgive Sabrina for this.
Sabrina shrugged, a smirk playing on her lips.
“You admitted it—you’re my mother. But did you ever stop to think about what I’m going through? When you were slandered, you went wild and nearly attacked me. But when I get slandered, what, I’m just supposed to take it? I gave her what she deserved. What’s wrong with that?”

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