My Wife Is A Seer

Helena held a breath in her chest: could she explain? Could she refute it? No! She couldn’t!

She had been an outsider in the Yip family since the beginning. She could only pay for the Yip family, only be used by the Yip family, only let the Yip family use her as a punching bag. Other than that, everything she did was wrong.

Lyla stood up and walked up to her in a dignified manner, overbearing: “Helena, I repeat, you were not born to me, and I have raised you for 24 years. I took care of you when you cried, when you were hungry, when you fell, when you were sick. Now that you’ve grown up and I’m old, you won’t listen to me, will you?”

Helena pursed her lips and didn’t say a word; if she dared to retort one more time, Lyla would have a hundred sentences waiting for her.

How could Lyla let her go? She pinched Helena’s mouth hard: “Before Rebecca came back, you said that you would always love me and would make me the happiest woman in this world. You also said that I am the most important. But what about now? Why has it changed? Or was this little mouth of yours born to lie to me?”

Helena’s brain throbbed in pain and she could only speak to ease the pain: “I treat you as a mother, have you ever treated me as a daughter?”

Lyla gave her slap: “Does it hurt? Do you want more?”

Helena crooked her face, her face burning with pain, her ears buzzing. This was not the first time Lyla had slapped her, before Rebecca had returned, if Hugo had made Lyla the least bit unhappy, Lyla would slap her to take out her anger.Original from NôvelDrama.Org.

She had always been afraid of Lyla, and when Lyla glared at her, she would give a jolt.

In order to make Lyla like her, she worked hard to please her, making good performance in exams every time, and working hard to earn money to buy her gifts. When it came to Mother’s Day, she sent gifts a week in advance, one a day, all the way to the day of Mother’s Day.

Her hair was grabbed.

The wound on her head that hadn’t fully healed crumbled open once again, Lyla coldly came up to her eyes, “I love you so much, tell me now, do you want to take care of Rebecca? Do you want to help their couple to build a new life?”

Helena gritted her teeth, “No!”

Lyla showed no mercy and slapped her twice more, “Are you going to help them?”

Helena’s breathing stopped in pain and she spat out a mouthful of blood, “No!”

Lyla coldly snorted: “I like stubborn people like you! Helena, what kind of people do you think your real parents are, how could they have given birth to you not afraid to die?”

Helena’s heart jerked: where the hell were her real parents? Do they still want her?

Lyla slapped one after another, causing Helena’s eyes to glaze over and blood to hang from the corners of her mouth. She was so dizzy from the pain, but she kept saying, “You don’t think they’re disgusting, I think they’re disgusting. I won’t help them unless I die.”

“You think I wouldn’t dare beat you to death?”

“No need for me to think, rather I’m sure that you wouldn’t dare beat me to death.”

Lyla gnashed her teeth in hatred: “Good! You’re so stubborn! I’ll see how long you can be tough today.” She raised her hand and struck her again, one slap after another, when suddenly, a man’s voice came, “Stop it!”