The Queen Back From Hell - Chapter 40: Chapter 40

Arielle's lips curved slightly. 'She's here.'
Arielle opened the door and saw Meredith standing outside, her face twisted in fury.
"What's wrong?" Arielle asked, acting like she didn't notice her rage at all.
Meredith was shaking with anger but forced herself to hold it in. "Let's talk inside," she said.
Then Meredith shoved her way in, and the door slammed shut behind her with a loud bang.
Now that the noise and people outside were blocked out, Meredith couldn't hold back anymore. She snapped, shouting, "Were you the one who spread those rumors online?
"How could you do this? I treated you like my sister—I gave you everything—and you say that about me? Do you even have a conscience?"
The more Meredith spoke, the more aggrieved she felt. Online, everyone was calling her a fake heiress.
Sure, Meredith was adopted by the Bradfords, but her status had always been higher than a so-called "real daughter."
Meredith thought, 'Does blood ties really matter that much? As long as Mom and Dad love me, isn't that enough?
'Whether I'm the real daughter or not—what business is it of those people online? Why do they all have it out for me?
'It's all Arielle's fault. That bitch must've been the one who spread those lies. Despicable. Disgusting!'
"Then go ahead—rip your heart out and show me. We'll see if it's real or fake," Arielle said softly.
'What a load of crap.' Arielle didn't even flinch at her outburst.
Instead, Arielle plopped into the chair by the window, leaned back, hands behind her head, and gave her a half-smile.
Meredith couldn't handle Arielle's nonchalant attitude. The fury surged straight to her head.
Then Meredith caught something in the corner of her eye—a small pair of scissors on the vanity.
In two steps, Meredith grabbed them and lunged toward Arielle's chest.
Meredith was furious, just wanting to teach Arielle a lesson, make her see she wasn't someone to mess with.
But Arielle had already predicted it. She shifted sideways.
Meredith's swing missed completely, and she lost her balance, pitching forward.
As she fell, Meredith instinctively reached out to catch herself on the floor.
But the scissors in her hand—blade facing out—stabbed straight toward her forehead.
In an instant, a scream rang through the entire villa.
Downstairs, Sharon, Henry, and Lexi all came running in a panic.
"What happened? My baby girl!" Sharon rushed upstairs, face full of worry.
Henry let out an irritated shout. "What's with all the yelling?"
Henry hated when people made a scene in front of him.
Meredith hadn't fallen from a great height—she'd stumbled forward. Her body was fine.
But the scissors had slashed Meredith's forehead, and her knee had slammed onto the floor. The pain was unbearable.
When Sharon saw the blood on Meredith's forehead, her face turned white with shock. She immediately shouted, "Call Laurence now—Meredith's hurt!"
Even Henry was stunned. When he saw Meredith's bloody face, his eyes that had been filled with blame now turned to concern.
Lexi, hearing Sharon's voice, quickly grabbed the phone and called Laurence.
Meredith bit her lip, holding back tears as she slowly pushed herself off the ground. "I—I'm okay. I just fell. It was my own fault."
Sharon hugged her injured daughter tightly, trembling with rage.
Once she helped Meredith steady herself, Sharon charged toward Arielle and raised her hand to slap her across the face.
Arielle dodged swiftly.
Sharon missed. This time, she didn't hesitate—she lifted her leg and aimed a kick straight at her.
Arielle took a small step back and hooked her foot around Sharon's front foot.
Sharon, off balance, nearly did an accidental middle-aged split. Her bloodshot eyes were filled with murderous rage.
Sharon snapped, "You little bitch! You tried to kill your sister and now you dare raise a hand to me? Do you even see me as your mother? Aren't you afraid of divine punishment?"
Sharon's voice cracked, like she wanted to tear Arielle apart.