Sylvara's Rebirth: A New Dawn for Abel novel Chapter 89

Chapter 89 Send Him the Bill

“Perfect, you little bitch. Scheming against me? I’ll beat you to death today.”

Finished

Sylvara sat on the couch her legs still crossed, reached out and seized her wrist in one swift motion, smiling gently. “Aunt Seraphine, you really know how to touch my heart. But I’m kinder than you are. I just want to cripple you and have you send the medical bills to my husband.”

Seraphine tried to struggle but found Sylvara’s hand was like a vice, gripping her so tightly she couldn’t move an inch.

She could only glare at her mockingly. “Sylvara, you actually think you’re a real princess?

“Let me tell you something. Agares was dumped by my daughter, and you got him as a hand- me-down. He signed over all his premarital assets to you, which proves he doesn’t care about you at all and won’t pay a single extra cent for you.

“If you hurt me or cripple me and he finds out, he’ll definitely think you’re a savage and an embarrassment to the royal family. Not only will he divorce you, but he’ll take you to court and have you exiled to a waste planet.”

“Oh, Aunt Seraphine, you’re scaring me to death. I’m so frightened.” Sylvara patted her chest with her free hand, her smile pure and innocent. “In that case, perfect. Let’s test it out. Once you’re crippled and send him the bill, we’ll see if he pays it for me, won’t we?”

Seraphine felt every hair on her body stand on end from that smile, her heart trembling as she involuntarily shrank back. “You wouldn’t dare … ”

Crack.

She didn’t finish her sentence.

Sylvara twisted her wrist backward and applied gentle pressure, snapping it. “My husband has my back. There’s nothing I wouldn’t dare do.”

“Ahhh!”

Seraphine let out a shrill, agonized scream.

Sylvara yanked hard, using the momentum to rise from the couch, lifted her foot and kicked straight into her stomach.

Seraphine went down like a sack of potatoes, landing on the ground with a heavy thud.

“You…” Seraphine lay sprawled on the ground, clutching her stomach where she’d been kicked.

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Chapter 89 Send Him the Bill

Before she could finish speaking, she coughed up fresh blood.

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Sylvara walked over casually, crossed her arms over her chest, and looked down at her. “Get up. Take everything you just stole from me and put it back exactly where it was.”

Seraphine’s mouth was full of the taste of blood, her internal organs felt like they’d shifted position, and she stared at Sylvara in disbelief.

This trashy little bitch had no mental energy and H-grade physical power. How could she possibly have this much strength? Not only had she broken her wrist but she’d kicked her hard enough to cause internal injuries?

“Don’t make me repeat myself a third time, or I’ll get angry.” Sylvara saw her pale face twisted in complete disbelief and spoke each word deliberately. “Get up. Put everything you took from me back in its original place.”

Seraphine’s entire body shuddered as an oppressive pressure enveloped her, making her breath come in short gasps and her chest to twist in pain.

She moved her hand from her stomach to her chest, opening her mouth to gasp for air, but the more she gasped, the worse the pain in her chest became.

The pain made cold sweat poured from her body. Unable to bear it any longer, she endured the intense agony coursing through her body, cradled her broken wrist, and slowly pulled herself up from the floor.

Her legs felt like they were filled with lead, each step weighing a thousand pounds as she walked to the kitchen step by step and took out everything she’d just looted from her spatial button, placing each item back in its original spot.

After finishing all this, she looked like she’d been pulled from the water, cold sweat dripping continuously.

Sylvara gestured to the floor. “There’s this puddle of blood too. Aunt Seraphine, please clean that up too.”

“Sylvara…” Seraphine called out through gritted teeth. “I’m your aunt. If you humiliate me like this and someday you can’t make it in the royal family, I won’t help you.”

Sylvara blinked. “I never asked for your help, Aunt Seraphine. Hurry up, or I don’t know what I might do next.”

Her unhurried tone carried endless chilling menace, like eternal snow on the most northern planets, making Seraphine feel as if she’d been plunged into ice. She had no choice but to shuffle over step by step and bend down.

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