Chapter 67

Felicia licked her lips and tasted the metallic tang of blood. Myra's palm stung from the slap. She froze and seemed to have not expected to lose her temper so completely, but her anger flared up once more when recalling Kayla's words. She shouted in disappointment, "Felicia, how could you do that? If you needed money, couldn't you have come to us? Why'd you go behind our backs and disgrace yourself? You've brought shame on the Fullers." Here it was again, the same story. Dexter and Myra had always believed Kayla's words of slander both in this life and the last, regardless of how fishy the accusations might sound. They never bothered to ask or verify the truth before resorting to slapping and scolding her. If that was the case, what else was there to say? Felicia's eyes sharpened, and she caught a fleeting look of smug satisfaction on Kayla's face. She grabbed Kayla by the collar with a cold smile and began slapping her mercilessly. As she did, she chided, "Making up stories, h