Elizabeth had always hated the word dirty.
Ever since that night when the three people Cyrille sent after her humiliated her beyond words, she couldn't stand hearing it again.
The fear of anyone finding out haunted her every day, she couldn't bear the thought of people looking down on her.
Just as she was about to lash out, Nevaeh quickly pulled Nancy behind her.
Before Elizabeth could even raise her hand, a cup of milk tea splashed right across her face.
Elizabeth froze, stunned, milk dripping down her chin. Her shock quickly twisted into fury. "Nevaeh, how dare you splash me!"
Nevaeh's gaze turned ice cold.
Without a word, she lifted her foot and kicked Elizabeth hard in the thigh. "Not only did I splash you," she said coldly, "I'm also going to hit you."
Elizabeth stumbled backward, barely keeping her balance. Rage flared through her chest, and she charged forward, ready to fight back.
