Chapter 4The Nanny’s Daughter Stole My Life

These two had never experienced an ounce of physical discipline in their lives.

At first, they were just stunned. Then, sheer humiliation and rage boiled over.

"Blair, you are going to regret this! We will never forgive you!"

"Ah! You psycho!"

"Make them stop! When your brother gets home, he is going to destroy you for this!"

Oh, Preston? The adopted charity case?

I am the true bloodline of this family. I hold the keys to the empire.

No matter how loud they cursed or struggled, it only earned them a harder, more brutal strike across the mouth.

Soon, the pain finally broke through their massive egos. Their arrogant glares morphed into genuine, panicked terror.

"Blair... please, stop..."

"We won't ask you to apologize anymore, okay? Just make them stop..."

"Ah..."

Seeing their faces swell with dark purple bruises and blood trickling from the corners of their mouths, Phoebe was entirely paralyzed with shock.

This was completely wrong.

Usually, Blair would be weeping right now, desperately trying to explain herself. She would be offering them expensive watches or cars just to make them smile again.

But today, Blair was sitting in an armchair, watching them bleed with eyes as cold as dead winter.

Panic seized Phoebe's chest. She threw herself toward my feet, crying hysterically.

"Miss Blair! Please! It is all my fault! Have mercy on them, please do not hit them anymore..."