Hitched & Hitched Again: A Comedy of Marital Mayhem ( Elysia and Tarquin)

Elysia stuffed her phone into her pocket, her voice icy. "Don't talk to me, I don't want to deal with you!"

As Elysia was about to enter the hospital room, Priscilla grabbed her arm.

"Elysia! What's with the attitude? Is that any way to talk to someone older than you?"

Elysia turned back, eyes blazing. "Older? Who do you think you are? In my eyes, you're just an old witch!"

"You... you dare speak to me like that? I'm Zane's mother!"

Elysia was involved with her son, wasn't she? If she wanted to marry him, she should be trying to win her over. But instead, this little upstart was acting all high and mighty.

Elysia rolled her eyes, shaking off Priscilla. "I'm warning you, I've been holding back. I can slap your son, and I can slap you too, so don't push it!"

"You..." Priscilla's eyes nearly popped out of her head with rage.

Her son had countless flings, and Elysia, a woman with a child, really had no leverage. Why was she acting so smug? Her son might spoil her, but Priscilla certainly wouldn't.

In the past, circumstances forced her to accept Winona into the Livingston family. But now that her son had made something of himself, she didn't need to put up with anyone's nonsense.

If she didn't approve, no one was getting through the Livingston family's door.

Priscilla followed Elysia into the room, "You dare to warn me? I'm warning you, Elysia. A woman with a kid isn't worth much. Treat me like this and forget about joining the Livingston family. I-ah..."

Before Priscilla could finish, Winona suddenly leaped from the hospital bed!

She straddled Priscilla, raising her hand to slap her!

Slap, slap, slap-

Priscilla was shocked and dazed. "Winona, what's wrong with you? I'm your mother-in-law! Stop, Winona, stop! Ah-"

Winona kept hitting and yelling, "Old witch, you're trying to ruin me! I'll beat you first, let's see how you ruin me then! I'll beat you to death..."

Priscilla tried to fight back, but she was like a beached whale-it was hard enough getting up, let alone with Winona pinning her down!noveldrama

All she could do was lie there and take the beating.

Soon, Priscilla was crying from the pain, no longer pretending, and started to curse, "Winona, how dare you hit me, you little tramp! I'll have my son divorce you! Boo hoo..."

A flash of cold anger crossed Winona's eyes. Divorce her? Ha!

It should be Winona who kicked them out of the house!

Without Winona, they were nothing!

Even the house they lived in was bought with money from the Newsom family!

Thinking of the kindness she once showed Priscilla, compared to the cruelty she received in return, Winona only hit harder!

Slapping dozens of times until her hand hurt, she switched to pinching and scratching!

It wasn't until doctors and nurses heard the commotion and rushed in that they were finally separated.

Priscilla lay on the floor, battered and bruised, crying and screaming, "I can't go on, just let me die! Oh, the misery, that the Livingston family should have such a disrespectful daughter-in-law trying to kill me! Boo hoo..."

"I'll have my son divorce you! The Livingston family doesn't want you! You wretch! You wretch, boo hoo..."

Winona gave a cold laugh in her heart. Crying? Who couldn't cry?

If Priscilla could cry, so could Winona.

Winona curled up in the corner of the room, calling out for Zane in a voice trembling with fear, "Honey, save me! Boo hoo, honey, save me..."