After confirming there was no mistake, she threw the remote control from her hand. Her obese body bounced up from the sofa once more, and with a swift turn, she grabbed the stunned Sweet, pulling her forcefully over the back of the sofa.
"Bitch!!"
A sharp scream, accompanied by a resounding slap.
"Ah——"
Sweet, caught off guard by the throw and the hit, also let out a cry.
"Bitch! It was you! You're the one who notified me to catch an affair! And now look what a mess this has become—you're a plague, you wretched woman!"
Mrs. Summer tightly gripped Sweet's hair, pulling viciously as if wishing to tear it from her scalp.
"Mrs. Summer... I... I only wanted to help you..."
"Pah! My home is now in shambles because of you, and you dare claim it was for my own good? I'll show you 'my own good'!!"
The continuous sound of slaps rang out again, accompanied by Mrs. Summer's vulgar scolding and Sweet's screams.
