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You Hit My Heart by Kylie Stanford

Chapter 122
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Joyce bit her lower lip and held back stiffly. Certainly, it would not be appropriate for her to fight back.

"Mom, what are you doing?!" Luther didn't have tto stop it. He just saw Joyce get hit and then he looked at the back of

Jacqueline's burned red hand.

"You ask her!" Jacqueline said indignantly, "Shouldn't a daughter-in-law pour tea for her mother-in-law? Not only did she speak ill of

me, but she also had a malicious mind and deliberately spilled boiling water to get back at me."

Luther looked sideways at Joyce.

The five red finger marks on her face and the wretched appearance of her body being wet with cold water stung his heart.

"Joyce, what's going on here?" He waited for her to speak, but he was not questioning.

Joyce gently rubbed her sore cheek and gave a sarcastic laugh.

Jacqueline did pay a big price just in order to set her up. She had taken good care of her hands with a lot of money and today she

decided to sacrifice her hands just for her. She just would achieve her purpose by any means.

People who didn’t even spare themselves would never be good.

Since they were elders, she couldn't fight back. Then she could only use a different way.

"Sorry, | was careless just now." Joyce simply admitted openly, "I poured a cup of water for auntie, and the water was a little hot, so

| put it on the coffee table. But when | turned around, my aunt pulledin to talk to me, and | accidentally knocked over the glass

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of water. I'm sorry, auntie. I'm sorry, | should have put the water cup further away. I'll be careful next time!"

Jacqueline was completely surprised that Joyce readily admitted it.

She let herself endure such pain in order to make a big deal out of it and thus anger Joyce, forcing Joyce to reveal her true colors.

To her surprise, Joyce just admitted it and just simply ended it.

"Again, I'm sorry, Auntie."

Joyce bowed ninety degrees towards Jacqueline, "Just now a slap, | hope it can make you feel better. You are an elder, you have all

the grace of the family, and | hope you can just forgive me. I'm sorry."

Joyce estimated in her mind that Jacqueline was still losing out in this matter. She thought that Jacqueline should also be able to

calculate clearly and know that the slap on her face today was not worth it.

Jacqueline was extremely embarrassed.

Unexpectedly, Joyce did not leave her any other choices, so she simply could not make the matter any worse. If she did not just let

Joyce go this time, she would be making things worse on purpose.

But then her burns would have been in vain!

Joyce just received a slap, and the pain was far less than her burns.

It would be such a bargain for Joyce today!

She did not expect it at all! Joyce would just admit everything! That was quite unusual!

She thought Joyce was vindictive.

She didn't expect Joyce to know how to hold back and give in! This woman was really hard to deal with.

Unknowingly, the situation was in the control of Joyce again.

Luther stepped forward and leaned in close, raising his hand to try to look down at Joyce's cheek, "Get ice on it."

"No, thanks." Joyce took a step back, avoiding his touch.

Her detachment caused Luther to frown gently.

She smiled faintly at Jacqueline, her smile pure and clean.

"Auntie, if you don't have anything else, I'll go upstairs first."

After saying that, she walked up to the second floor without looking back.

Jacqueline was at a loss as to how to proceed. Her original plan was to let Luther see the scene with his own eyes, then anger Joyce

and make a big deal out of it so that she could have an excuse to keep Luther away from Joyce and finally kick Joyce out of the

Warner family.

And now, only the backs of her burned hands remain, piercingly mocking her stupidity.

"Ouch, it hurts. Luther, bringice to put on it." She was so distressed that she had sacrificed her hands for almost nothing. And

she felt dissatisfied that Luther just asked Joyce if she wanted ice.

Luther looked at Jacqueline.

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Coldly, he said, "Mom, are you done with the play?"

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