Chapter 935 The Fourth Time_1

It hurt too much.

Purple Summers gasped in pain, her vision clouded over and darkened, while her ears buzzed chaotically.

She heard Laura Summers cry out, followed by a sharp slap, and then all sounds abruptly ceased.

Laura Summers had been fiercely slapped by Nathaniel Summers, leaving her stunned.

"Go downstairs and attend to the guests," Nathaniel commanded.

His voice was as gloomy as the weather that day, heavy with an oppressive haze, suffocating to the extreme.

Laura Summers never dared to defy him; with tears streaming down her face, she stumbled and fled.

The door was closed and locked from the outside.

Nathaniel Summers advanced towards Purple Summers, step by step.

Purple Summers's injuries were not fatal; she couldn't die in an instant. She lay on her side on the floor, panting, feeling like a fish on a chopping board.

She thought: Is he going to kill me? Has the pain I caused him accumulated to the point where only my death could quench his hatred?