Chapter 71: Chapter 71: Slap Her Twice
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âSlap.â
âIt really hurt falling down, much more than being slapped by you.â Xaviera Evans shook her hand: âI donât need you to take me to the infirmary, Iâm afraid you might send me to hell halfway.â
The stairwell fell silent.
Mag Evans covered her face belatedly, tears welling up: âSister, why did you hit
âWhy did I hit you? Because you deserved it.â Xaviera leaned close to her ear and spoke word by word: âYou want to kill me? Do you have the guts?â
Magâs pupils shrank with panic: âSister, what are you talking about? 1âŠ1 wouldnâtâŠl didnât know you would suddenly fall down the stairs, I was also panicked. â
Tears rolled in her eyes, her aggrieved look so heartrending that even Moore Mamet felt sorry for her when he heard the noise and came over, gently supporting her and asking in a low voice.
Xaviera glanced at them: âYou knew there was a fruit knife standing below, but you still deliberately pushed me. You said you didnât know? Playing innocent around me every day? Thinking Iâm as brainless as the man beside you?â
Another slap landed.
âYou did something wrong and must be punished. Trading one life for two slaps isnât too much, is it?â
Ginny fell to the ground with tears all over her face: âSister, I didnâtâŠl really didnâtâŠâ
âXaviera!â
Moore couldnât stand it any longer, shielding Mag and angrily: âWhat do you want to do? No matter what Mag did, youâre standing here fine, right? If youâre angry, you can vent your anger elsewhere. Mag really cares about you; donât be ungrateful!â
Was she ungrateful? Mag was genuinely good to her? Good enough to send her to death?
Xaviera leisurely wiped her hands: âMoore Mamet, just because youâre blind doesnât mean I am. We can check the surveillance to find out who put the fruit knife below, and whether Mag deliberately pushed me.â
âOf course, even if I say that, Moore, you wonât check the surveillance because I was the one who rolled down the stairs; I was the one accidentally injured by the dagger and died on the spot. As long as itâs related to me, you, Moore, will turn a blind eye.â
Mooreâs gaze dodged: âWhat are you talking about? Am I so contemptible in your eyes?â
Xaviera gave a half-smile: âYes, in your heart, Mag is always good, and I am always bad. Even if Mag killed me, it would be an accident, and I would deserve it. Mag is always kind and lovely, even if she takes away everything I should have had, even if I try to avoid seeing you, she still appears like a flea, constantly harassing my life.â
âEvery time itâs her provoking me, every time itâs me getting hurt, but you always make excuses for her. Just a few tears from her, and sheâs free from responsibility. Just like this time, in the end, youâll announce that I was the one trying to push Mag down the stairs, but it backfired, injuring myself instead. And MagâŠfrom the beginning to the end, sheâs innocent.â
Moore Mamet lost his voice, opening his mouth several times, but found himself unable to say anything. The fruit knife with its cold gleam was still standing zizag downstairs. As Xaviera had said, if she hadnât dodged nimbly, she might have been dead today.
Moreover, if Xaviera had died, things would have developed as she said. The Evans family would cover up the truth, blame everything on Xaviera, and say that when she attacked Mag, she accidentally killed herself. After all, Mag was of more significant use and more important to the Evans family.
Besides, Xaviera was already dead, and the Evans family had no need to sacrifice one daughter and then another. Her death, taking on all the blame, would be her final contribution to the family before she died. Her existence had been a stain on the Evans family; her death might make them more relaxed.
Lily Ross had been outside, listening to everything that had happened. At this moment, she rushed in and scolded Xaviera: âXaviera, are you being too harsh? You didnât die, right? Even if you want to blame Mag, you should wait until youâre dead! Now youâre standing here unscathed, but Mag has been slapped twice by you. Do you know how much her face is worth? Your life is not even worth her hands! Her legs!â
Mag bit her lip, pretending to be aggrieved: âLily, donât say itâŠmy sister is just in a bad mood. Just let her say what she wants.â
Lily Ross was furious: âWhy? Why is she treating you like this? I have to say it; I have to tell Xaviera how valuable your face is!â