Charlotte's lips curled into a scornful smile. As expected, the heart of a child is the most innocent.
"Lottie, Alistair is still small, you should not teach him all these filthy things."
Elaine suddenly covered the boy's face with her hand, completely ignoring the child's struggle. She waved at the butler not far away. "Butler, bring Alistair upstairs."
"Yes, Madam."
Charlotte clenched onto her bag as she watched what happened.
"Elaine, aren't you the most filthy thing in this house? No one here is as dirty as you. You can even sleep with your best friend's father. Is there anything you wouldn't do for money?"
Elaine turned around, she purposely showed off her hands which were full of jewellery and whispered, "Lottie, you should say your mom isn't as attractive as me. She deserved it..."
"Bang."
A loud slap rang throughout the living room, the hatred in Charlotte's eyes was evident.
"What are you doing!"