The Day I Kissed An Older Man

Chapter 81

Francine turned around to point her finger at Corinne. “It’s you! It’s one of your tricks again! You must’ve found this woman to take the blame!”

Corinne spread her arms innocently. “Francine, are you only going to be satisfied when I’m the escort as you’d hope?”

Francine replied unhappily, “What do you mean, as I’d hope? You are the escort!”

All of a sudden, a swift smack landed on Francine’s cheek, and it made a crisp sound.

Pamela panted, having slapped her granddaughter in rage.

“Are you not finished, Francine !? After the scene you caused at home, here you are in the police station, causing another scene! Corinne is your sister-in-law! Why do you keep on humiliating her like this?!”

“Grandma, did you just slap me?” The flabbergasted Francine raised a hand to lightly cover her burning cheek. She whimpered, “You never hit me since I was a child, yet you slapped me because of Corinne?”

Pamela’s heart went soft when she saw tears dropping from her granddaughter’s eyes.

Nevertheless, Francine had crossed the line. Through gritted teeth, she reprimanded strictly, ” should’ve slapped you earlier! You wouldn’t have behaved like a spoiled girl if I had taught you well. Apologize to Corinne now and seek her forgiveness!”

like a crazy woman. “She’s the escort! I’m telling the truth! It’s her! Corinne Carew sold sex services at the

and shook her vehemently. “Just admit

say anything when Francine kept on shaking

in the station quickly surrounded them. “What do you think you’re doing?

was so anxious that she nearly passed out. “Francine, stop

to catch his grandmother from falling. With a cold glare, he ordered Francine,

brother from a young age. This time, she shrugged off the fear and blustered, “Brother,

“Don’t make me repeat

demeanor, Francine immediately let go

to Tommy. He strode and lifted Corinne’s face to check the red marks on her neck. “Are you an idiot?” he hissed. “Don’t you know how to

blaming her for attacking

Corinne’s reply. He pinched her

here you are, pinching my

calloused hand rubbing her head. After that, he looked to the side to glare daggers at Francine. “You!” he

could tell her brother was infuriated. She tried to ease his anger as she

whimpered, “Jeremy…”

Instead, he continued to examine the red marks on Corinne’s fair neck. He felt pained as though the pain