Chapter 92

Nicole Capra's smug grin hadn't even faded when Susan Thompson's palm cracked across her cheek.

"Sister, why did you hit me?" Nicole instantly transformed, tears welling in her eyes. "It hurts so much..."

Susan had no patience for her theatrics. She raised her hand to strike again.

A cold, powerful hand suddenly clamped around her wrist.

"Susan Thompson, you're asking for death!" Andrew Lucas's eyes burned with fury. Remembering how she'd embraced Ethan Sullivan moments ago, his grip tightened viciously.

Ethan rushed forward and shoved Andrew away. "Have you lost your mind, Lucas?"

He tenderly cradled Susan's reddened wrist. "Does it hurt, Susan? Let's go home and treat it."

"Oh, Susan's here." Michelle Thompson wheeled closer in her chair. "No one wanted what happened to Bella Quinn. Don't take it too hard."

Susan stared at that hypocritical face, her voice icy. "Did you hire those four men?"

"Susan, what are you talking about?" Michelle feigned innocence. "Bella brought it on herself—"

Crash!

Susan overturned the wheelchair.

Michelle fell onto jagged rocks, a long gash opening on her hand. "Bruce, help me! It hurts!"

Bruce Bowman finally snapped out of his daze at the cliff's edge. He strode over and gathered Michelle into his arms.

"Susan!" His eyes were bloodshot. "That bitch got what she deserved!"

"She had it coming!" Bruce's voice turned hoarse, as if trying to convince himself. "A filthy woman like that—she deserved to die!"

Susan's hand flew out in another stinging slap.

The crisp sound left everyone stunned.

"Susan!" Bruce roared with rage.

Ethan immediately stepped between them. "Touch her and you'll regret it!"

Bruce's hand froze midair. The girl who used to sweetly call him "big brother" was truly gone forever...

"Bruce," Susan's voice trembled, "do you feel no remorse for killing your own child? For driving Bella to her death?"