Fake Heiress Accuses My “Uncle” of Assault Chapter 2

My mom rushed onto the stage and slapped me so hard my head snapped to the side.

"How dare you smile?!"

She was shaking with rage, her fingernails nearly poking into my eyes.

"We never should have brought you back from the countryside, you ungrateful wretch!"

"Clara is sweet and considerate. And you? The person you brought into our lives is a rapist!"

My cheek burned with pain. I licked the metallic taste of blood from the corner of my mouth, my eyes ice-cold.

"Mom, have the police arrived? Has a medical examiner verified anything? You're just going to believe everything Clara says?"

"How dare you!"

My dad kicked over a nearby flower arrangement.

"Would Clara joke about her own innocence? The evidence is clear and you still talk back!"

He roared:

"Security! Drag that Shane out here! Then in front of everyone in this city, castrate him! Make him apologize to Clara!"

Clara's clothes were torn, her neck covered in intimate red marks.

She collapsed into Zachary's arms, lifting her tear-stained face, her voice weak:

"Dad, Mom... don't blame Melody... Maybe Shane just couldn't control himself... I don't blame him, I just blame my terrible fate for taking Melody's place..."

Zachary's eyes turned bloodshot as he held Clara tighter, as if trying to absorb her into his embrace.

"That asshole dared to touch you? I'll make sure he never uses that thing again!"

Zachary turned to me, his eyes filled with disgust.

"Melody, you heard her. Even now, Clara is begging for mercy for your Shane!"

"A vicious woman like you doesn't deserve to enter the Barrett family!"

"You have three minutes. Bring that asshole here. If you let him escape, I'll send you to prison to atone for what happened to Clara!"

The guests below were all cursing me.

"So what if she's the real daughter? Her heart is pure evil."

"Exactly. Enabling a relative to rape a woman—this is a disgrace to high society."

"Mr. Barrett is doing the right thing. Monsters like that should be beaten to death!"

I calmly pulled out my phone and stared coldly at Clara.

"Clara, are you certain Shane assaulted you?"

"It was him! I'll never let him go, even if it kills me."

Clara glared at me through her tears.

"Fine!" I turned to Zachary.

"Zachary, you just said you'd castrate Shane, right?"

Zachary spoke through gritted teeth:

"Yes! I'll make sure he loses all sexual function!"

"Good."

I dialed the number and put it on speaker.

"I'll give you what you want."

The call connected.

The massive roar of a motorcycle engine exploded through the speaker system.

I spoke into the phone, my voice calm.

"Shane, come to the wedding venue. Someone says they're going to castrate you."