Debbie Harris kept cursing and swearing, grating on Bella Ward's already frayed nerves. Bella’s entire life was currently a mess, her future hanging by a thread. Every vile curse spilling from Debbie’s mouth felt like a physical blow.
Infuriated, Bella snatched a shoe from the floor and slapped it hard across Debbie’s stubborn mouth.
"I told you to shut the hell up! Keep cursing me, you worthless piece of trash, and I swear I'll rip your mouth open! I'll drug you so you can never speak another word for the rest of your miserable life!"
The sole of the shoe left Debbie’s jaw stinging, but the humiliation was worse. It was a damn shoe!
She ached all over, her stomach churning with disgust.
She swallowed her curses but screamed a thousand more in her head.
This vicious shrew was actually beating her with a shoe.
After landing a dozen more blows, Bella’s arm grew tired. She finally stopped, panting.
"You better keep your mouth shut, you psycho."
The initial panic had faded. Now that Debbie’s wounds were somewhat wrapped, Bella’s mind was a chaotic mess.
The two severed fingers still sat right there in the room.
She had handled this privately. She knew Debbie wouldn't dare run or call the police.
Chopping off the fingers had been a crime of pure, blind rage.
But now, she obviously couldn't take Debbie to the hospital to get them reattached.
Going to the hospital meant the police, and she’d be nailed for aggravated assault.
The damage was done. The biggest problem now was the cleanup.
Bella sat on the sofa, staring at the severed fingers.
Debbie flinched, her body convulsing slightly. "Bella, what are you doing? Are you trying to kill me?
You already chopped off my fingers! Do you want to go to prison for murder?"
Bella scoffed. "Oh, so you know the law now? Don't worry, I won't let you die that easily.
Trash like you deserves to suffer. Stop whining. This is to stop the bleeding and prevent infection."
Using her last bit of strength, Debbie yelled, "You don't know what you're doing! If you kill me, you'll never marry my son!
You'll be a murderer!"
Before she could finish, Bella yanked her aside and roughly jammed the needle into her hip, pushing the Phoenix-7 Recovery Serum in.
It was just a shot. How complicated could it be?

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