Chapter 815

William’s face went dark with displeasure.

If he didn’t stand up to defend Samantha in front of so many people, everyone would probably start talking badly about them behind their backs.

Frowning, he said to Rachel, “Rachel, aren’t you going too far by slapping her in front of so many people?”

Rachel looked innocently at William.

“How could you say that? She literally asked for it herself. You heard it for yourself–she felt guilty, thinking that she was in the wrong for breaking us apart back then. She herself said that as long as I forgive her, she could accept me hitting her. Why are you turning this around and blaming me instead?”

Rachel couldn’t hold back her laughter, as though she heard something hilarious.

Samantha tugged William’s arm with tears in her eyes, a pitiful sight to behold. She pursed her lips and shook her head indignantly.

“William, don’t blame Rachel. I did say that just now. It’s fine, Rachel. Don’t blame yourself for it. I’m willing to take that. I know you’ve always been quick-tempered, so it’s fine. As long as it appeases your anger and you don’t keep pestering William, I don’t mind getting slapped a few more times.”

Rachel looked at Samantha, unable to hide her surprise. “When did I pester William? Did I slap you silly? Did you lose your ability to think straight?”

The mere sight of William gave Rachel the urge to kick him aside. No way would she have any desire to have anything more to do with him!

Samantha immediately shut her mouth, but she made it look as though she was forced into silence.

“Alright. I won’t say any further, Rachel. Whatever you say is right, but I believe everyone here can tell what’s right from wrong.”

Everyone around them started mumbling under their breath.

“These two families are really interesting. They’re already divorced, so why are they still in contact with each other?”

“The Lewises really shouldn’t have come today. What’s the point?”

“Rachel wasn’t right to slap her. It’s her father’s funeral. How could she slap someone here?”

“It’ll cause a misunderstanding and make others think she still cares for William. Why else would she slap that woman?”

“William’s wife looks so weak and vulnerable. She’s no match for Rachel.”

“Exactly. No wonder William divorced her back then. Who wouldn’t? I would, if I were him.”

Samantha felt smug when she heard others talk badly about Rachel. If that slap caused Rachel to be the target of public furore, she hadn’t taken it in vain.

She felt victory within her grasp as more people started blaming Rachel for slapping another indiscriminately, like a shrew.

And so, she seized the chance to add fuel to the fire.

She grabbed Rachel’s arm and almost knelt to the ground.

“Rachel, don’t be angry. You’ve slapped me already, so please stop this. I’ve already apologized to you, but you can slap me again if you’re still mad.”

Rachel rolled up her sleeves. “You said so yourself.”

She raised a hand, poised to slap Samantha once more.

Samantha shut her eyes in fright, not expecting Rachel to really slap her one more time.