My Daughter
My Daughter 8

Chapter 8

Hannah, leading a group, cornered me in a dark alley.

They grabbed my hands and kicked my knees, forcing me to kneel.

Hannah stood in the shadows, gripping my chin, forcing me to look at her. “You like him, don’t you?”

A cold blade pressed against my face.

“Alright then! I’ll ruin your face today!”

I closed my eyes, but the pain I expected didn’t

come.

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Hannah cried out in pain, the knife knocked from her hand by a stone.

Candice stood against the light, a baseball bat resting on her shoulder, a lollipop in her mouth. “Hannah, this is all you can do?”

Candice clicked her tongue, her eyes icy cold.

“Useless.”

Hannah fell to the ground in fear, pointing at the onlookers around us. “You, you, you, get her! Beat her up, and there’s a reward!”

The thugs fought with Candice but were ultimately overpowered. After a long struggle, the thugs lay defeated on the ground.

Candice wiped the blood from the corner of her

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mouth and walked towards Hannah.

Hannah shoved me away and backed up, trembling. “I warn you, don’t come any closer! … Don’t come closer! You bastard!”

Suddenly, her breath caught, a hand clasped around her neck.

“What did you say?”

A slap landed unexpectedly on Hannah’s face, the imprint of five fingers clearly visible. “This slap is for my mother.”

Hannah hadn’t expected this bastard to strike her, and a look of shock flashed in her eyes. “Are you crazy? You motherless wretch!”

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Hannah was stunned by the slap, but more

followed.

“This slap is for Cloris.”

“And this slap is for me…

When Candice was very young, her father had an affair, and the mistress came to their home. She even brought five–year–old Hannah along, claiming that those unloved are the real mistresses.

Candice’s mother was so enraged that she fell ill and passed away.

As the next slap was about to land, a desperate voice called out.

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“Stop!”

A figure in a school uniform flashed by, pushing Candice away.

Hannah fell into Ken’s arms, her tear–filled eyes looking at him as she covered her face and whimpered, “Ken, it hurts…”

Ken looked at the person in his arms with deep sympathy, then turned a cold gaze to me. “Cloris! This time, you’ve really gone too far!”