The Million-Dollar Heart

Arthur released his grip, his hands forming fists so tight that his knuckles cracked audibly.

Sasha strode up to Vivienne, seeing the bruise on her face, a surge of anger washed over her.

Then, she turned to Hailey, planting herself firmly before her with a look of superiority, "Pray tell, aunt, why did you harm my daughter?"

Hailey rose from the floor, her eyes locked on Sasha with venom, "She was out all night, not returning, mingling with men unbefitting her status. Shouldn't she be disciplined? As your daughter, to leave a wedding reception without a word to you, does that not warrant a punishment?"

In a flash, a bright red mark appeared on Hailey's face from Sasha's slap.

Without waiting for Hailey to shriek like a banshee, Sasha swiftly inserted several acupuncture needles into her body, rendering her immobile and mute without Sasha's permission.

Sasha's voice was cold, "Vivienne left with Percival last night, her husband, her lawful husband. It was within all reason and far from the scandal you insinuate!"

"You claim Vivienne left without our knowledge, but had I wished to keep her from leaving, she wouldn't have been able to. There was no need for her to ask; my silence was consent!"

"That's one reason you deserve this!" In an instant, Sasha's hand connected with Hailey's left cheek again, leaving her almost numb with pain, a trickle of blood emerging from the corner of her mouth.

Sasha allowed Hailey to speak again, "Regardless of what you say, her leaving in the face of our guests was a slap to the Linklater family's dignity!"

targeted Hailey's left cheek, shaking her

to me,

who would care about

Linklater family fall into

was a sight of horror, her

not for Sasha's needles paralyzing

pain of her actions echoing through her palm, her eyes sharp, her tone commanding,

hand again, Hailey, pale and trembling, struggled for

series of slaps, echoing without end, Hailey lying defeated on the floor, her world spinning into darkness as the

Hailey finally muttered,

Sasha wouldn't stop. She couldn't stand

Hailey's pitiful state, felt a tinge of satisfaction, "Remember, harm Vivienne again, and you won't get off

Linklater family, but we need her! As for you, you need the Linklater family, but we don't

warned, "Hailey, not again! The Linklater family won't protect you, and neither will

then had two servants escort Hailey away, settling himself on the living room sofa,

a notorious flirt!" Vivienne, calm, replied, teasingly pulling at her mother's hand, "Perhaps she's more skilled than I am; how else could