Chapter 210 Chaos at the Villa
Mia took a step back, standing behind Lauren, and said, “I don’t like fried eggs.”
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Based on her past experiences with Lauren, Mia expected a concerned inquiry about what she would prefer to eat. However, Lauren simply responded, “The eggs are in the fridge.”
This curt reply hit Mia like a hammer, confirming her fears that Lauren couldn’t hear; her previous responses were likely just good guesses or lip–reading. Lauren must have suffered a lot in prison.
A sharp pain pierced Mia’s heart, fueling the flames of rage within her. Everyone who hurt Laurie deserves to die!
Mia’s eyes closely followed Lauren’s every move. She noticed Lauren’s limp as she walked; each step seemed to press directly on Mia’s heart, causing her eyes to redden and her heart to ache with bitterness and sympathy.
Suppressing her distress, Mia took a deep breath, opened the fridge, and retrieved the eggs.
She heated the pan, poured in the oil, and with a sizzle, the egg hit the hot surface, crackling loudly.
Soon, the kitchen filled with the aroma of cooking eggs, and the porridge was ready.
Lauren carefully ladled the thick porridge into a large bowl and, with a slightly unsteady gait, carried it toward the dining table.
But just as she reached the dining area, a shrill scream erupted, “What is this wench doing here!”
Following that, a loud crash resounded as the bowl fell to the floor, scattering shards of porcelain and splashing porridge all over.
Lauren
ied out in shock.
Mia, who had just come out with the fried eggs, saw a garishly made–up woman raising her hand to strike Lauren.
In a panic, Lauren dodged, but some of the hot porridge spilled on her hand, eliciting a pained gasp as the bowl crashed to the ground.
Mia’s gaze turned icy and sharp, her eyes like twin blades fixed on the older woman who had suddenly appeared.
In her mind, a firm resolution took hold–to protect Lauren at all costs.
To Mia, Lauren was one of the most important people in her life, a sister she would guard with her life, and she would not allow this ignorant woman to harm her.
Fury burning, Mia didn’t hesitate. She stormed over and slammed the hot fried egg right onto the woman’s heavily made–up face.
“Ahh!” The woman screamed in agony, her voice as grating as nails on a chalkboard, the heat causing her skin to redden and swell instantly. She frantically tried to push Mia away, her face contorted in pain and
anger.
But Mia didn’t back down. She charged again, grabbed the woman by the hair, and kicked her knee. The
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Mia pressed her head against the floor, covered in broken porcelain and porridge.
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The shards cut into the woman’s face, mixing blood with the scalding porridge in a chaotic mess. The woman struggled hysterically, crying out, but Mia stood firm, her eyes filled with endless disgust and anger.
The man who had come with the woman finally reacted, his eyes wide with fury as he raised his foot to kick Mia away.
Lauren’s heart tightened, and without hesitation, she stepped in front of Mia, shouting, “Mr. Brendan, this is the Brooker’s villa, not the Gray family!”
The man, Brendan, Kenneth’s father, glared at Lauren, his eyes nearly spitting fire.
He and his wife had been vacationing abroad and had just returned last night, only to learn that their beloved son had been sent to jail by Felix. This news was like a bombshell, leaving the couple sleepless all night.
At dawn, they rushed to the Fu family, hoping Felix would show mercy for the sake of their relationship and spare Kenneth.
But they had never expected to encounter Lauren here.
Lauren had caused their daughter Elaine to become a vegetative state, a perpetual agony in their hearts.
During Lauren’s five years in prison, they had covertly made her life a living hell, ensuring she suffered greatly.
Seeing Lauren, whom she blamed for her daughter’s condition, Brielle lost control and lashed out.
She could never have anticipated Mia’s fierce response. A lady of her stature was humiliated, lying in a disgraceful pose among hot porridge and shattered porcelain, beaten by a wild girl.
Brendan stared, his eyes wide, fixed on Lauren in front of him.
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