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Bonnie’s two slaps instantly left Winona’s face red and swollen. Bonnie knew just how much strength she had put into them—if Winona’s face hadn’t swelled up, it wouldn’t have been fair. People always say that kindness should be repaid with kindness, that we should be generous and forgiving. But Bonnie believed something different. She believed that unless you’ve been through someone else’s struggles, you shouldn’t preach to them about being good. Not many people know the rest of the saying: “If you endure my suffering, you might not have my kindness.”
The hatred in Winona’s eyes intensified as she touched her swollen face. In a fit of rage, she screamed, “Bonnie, you b***h! Why are you hitting me? What? Yvette, if you’ve got the guts, kill me! Go on, take me out with you!” Winona didn’t dare approach, though. All she could do was glare at Yvette, who was lounging on the sofa while Bonnie stepped back.
Yulia, taken aback by Winona’s wild behavior, stumbled back a few steps. Where was the elegant, composed Winona she knew? This was a woman on the verge of losing her mind. She feared Yvette might retaliate, so she quickly grabbed Qi Nan’s arm. Winona was already spiraling, and Bonnie’s two slaps had pushed her past the breaking point. Yulia managed to grab Winona’s wrist, but Winona shook her off.
Yulia, in her high-heeled shoes, lost her balance from Winona’s shove and fell hard to the ground.
The pointy-faced salesgirl, watching in fear, crawled away, regretting her earlier decisions.
Winona looked at Yulia with disdain. What a useless person. If Yulia had been more competent, she wouldn’t have had to take those slaps.
Ignoring Yulia, Winona held her stomach, trying to regain a semblance of composure. She bit her lip, clutching her sleeves. “Yvette, even if you’re leaning on someone powerful, so many people in that big crowd saw you pull a gun. Just wait until the police show up. You’re done for.”
Yvette lounged back, legs crossed, casually twirling the sleek black gun in her hand. Raising an eyebrow, she rested her chin on her hand, her eyes dark and cold as she regarded Winona with a mix of disdain and amusement. “Oh? Is that so?”
Seeing Yvette’s fearless demeanor, Winona gritted her teeth in frustration. What was she even counting on? Did she really think Zachary could save her from this mess? For all she knew, he might already be dead. How could Yvette be so calm? Did she have any idea what Winona was going through? Winona found herself unsettled by Yvette’s composure—she was like an immovable mountain, unshaken by anything.
Bonnie felt a twinge of worry after hearing Winona’s outburst. This wasn’t a small issue, but she didn’t believe Yvette would pull the trigger without reason.
Meanwhile, Yulia, still on the ground and wincing from her ankle, watched as Winona continued to provoke Yvette. Despite the pain, she managed to stand. “Winona, just shut up! Do you really want Yvette to get angry and come after you? Do you even care about your kid?”
Winona shot her a cold glance, clearly irritated by her mother’s words. Her tone was sharp and sarcastic. “Mom, Yvette pulled the gun first! Even if the baby gets hurt, it’s on you for not protecting me!”
Yulia choked on her words, her face turning red, and her hands shook with frustration.
Winona couldn’t believe how shameless her daughter was. She struggled to come up with a response.
Seeing Yulia’s reaction gave Winona a boost of confidence. Straightening up, she pretended to cradle her stomach, a wicked thought flashing through her mind. What if this kid could actually save me? Going to jail wouldn’t be so bad if she could just get out of this mess. After all, she could always have more kids. Robert had already turned his back on her, but even if he couldn’t help, there would always be another chance. But getting one over on Yvette? That was a rare opportunity.
Bonnie noticed Winona’s sudden shift in attitude and leaned closer to Yvette. “Yvette, is it just me, or is Winona acting a little crazy?”
Yvette half-closed her eyes, looking up with a glint of amusement in her gaze. A small smile tugged at her lips, but she didn’t respond.
Winona clenched her fists, as if she had made up her mind. She glanced at Yvette, ready to hurl some insults to provoke her further. But Yvette seemed to anticipate her move. With a swift motion, she turned the gun in her hand and pointed it straight at Winona.
Bang! The bullet zipped past Winona’s left cheek and lodged itself in the wall, missing by just two centimeters. Winona’s body froze in shock as she struggled to keep her cool, trembling uncontrollably. “You…”
Before she could finish, another shot rang out. This time, the bullet grazed past Qi Nan’s left foot, narrowly missing by just a couple of centimeters.
Winona tried to steady herself. If Yvette shot again, she’d just pretend to fall. She was sure that if she played her cards right, she could convince everyone that she couldn’t keep the baby. Robert and Victor wouldn’t let Zhou off easy.
Winona sat there, heart racing, silently waiting for the next shot. Yulia, who had tried to protect her, was now curled up on the ground, holding her head, too scared to look up. The three pointy-faced salesgirls were so frightened they looked like they might lose control.
Yvette’s expression remained as cold and emotionless as ever. “So, you’re willing to use your kid as leverage?” she asked, her voice even and calm.
Hearing this, Winona immediately shook her head, desperate to deny it. “I didn’t! Don’t slander me! You won’t get away with this!”
Yvette slowly smiled, her voice soft but steady. “Not important.”
“What do you mean?” Winona thought for a moment, then realized what was about to happen. Yvette’s pistol was now aimed straight at her heart. Winona froze, cold sweat trickling down her back. She had meant to provoke Yvette, using the baby as a shield, but she didn’t expect to find herself in this position.
Winona, trying to save face, piped up, “You don’t dare! This is the Seacrity! If you kill me, you’re finished. You wouldn’t dare! Don’t scare me anymore!”
Even as she spoke, Winona could feel her courage fading. She was shaking, and the words seemed less convincing than she had hoped. If she pretended to fall now, while Yvette might not be directly responsible, she would still be indirectly to blame.
At the end of the day, Winona was just scared—scared of dying, and terrified that Yvette actually wanted her dead.
Just as Winona was about to make her move, loud footsteps echoed from the distance, growing closer. Suddenly, around thirty people in SWAT uniforms burst through the door.
The pointy-faced salesgirl spotted the rescue team and crawled toward them, shouting, “Police! The police are here! Help! Someone has a gun! She’s shooting!” Her words were a jumbled mess.
Yulia, closest to the door, was stunned. With all her might, she pushed the door open and bolted outside.
But Winona didn’t seem in a hurry to leave. She glared at Yvette, her expression venomous as she cradled her stomach. “Yvette, let’s see how you get out of this one. You can’t escape this time. I won’t let you go!”
Bonnie, terrified by the sudden arrival of the SWAT team, did her best to stay calm. She turned to Yvette and said, “Yvette, this all started because of me. I’ll take responsibility for it.”
Yvette barely paid attention, yawning lazily and rubbing her head. “It’s just a little thing; I don’t need you to step in.”
