Freya paused her steps, turned around, and saw Lola approaching aggressively, speaking coldly,

"What's the matter?"

"We're sisters after all. Shouldn't you at least greet me when you see me?"

"Oh, I've greeted you, now I'm leaving." Freya glanced at Lola and turned to leave.

"Freya, did I say you could leave?" Lola didn't want her to leave. Last time at her birthday banquet, she suffered so much because of Freya. And she couldn't let this matter left unresolved.

"My feet, my choice to walk." Freya understood that Lola was aware she wasn't naive, so she had no intention to feign ignorance. She also had no interest in dealing with someone so irrational.

Seeing her about to leave, Lola picked up a stone from the ground and threw it at her in anger.

Freya quickly turned around, grabbed the stone, and threw it back, hitting Lola's foot. "Let me tell you, Lola, don't mess with me, or you'll regret it."

"Oh, aren't you smart? You don't seem foolish at all! Freya, you truly fooled us!" Lola glared at her intensely, as if attempting to penetrate her facade.

Freya was indifferent. She didn't mind. It wouldn't diminish anything from her.

She chuckled, "That's your own fault for being stupid! Besides, didn't you want me to act like a fool? I'm just fulfilling your wish. Shouldn't you be happy?"

"Happy? You made me suffer so much, turned me into a joke in the entire social circle, and ruined my future. I won't let you off!"

Lola's heavily made-up face twisted in anger as she lunged at her. Freya shrugged, another troublemaker coming her way.

Just as Lola was about to hit her, there was a loud slap in the quiet space.

Lola's eyes widened as she covered her burning face in disbelief, her eyebrows furrowed with anger.

"You hit me?"

"So what if I did?" Freya's eyes were cold, filled with hatred, which made Lola shudder.

Before, Freya pretended to be foolish, and Lola thought she was a soft target that could be toyed with at will. But now, she wasn't foolish anymore; the aura she exuded was cold and ruthless, making Lola uneasy.

"This slap is for all the humiliation and bullying I endured from you since childhood!" Following these words, there was another crisp sound, and Lola's left cheek was marked with five palm prints.

"This slap is the consequence of you and your mother conspiring against mine. Lola, justice will prevail, and I will reclaim the pain I've endured, along with my mother's grievances, from both you and your mother one day."

Freya landed a slap with every word she uttered, quickly leaving Lola's face swollen.

Confronted with her sudden aggression, Lola stood bewildered, only feeling a ringing in her ears as waves of pain assaulted her.

"Go back and ask your mother if she can sleep soundly at night, knowing all the deceitful things she's done."

Freya took out a tissue, carefully wiping the powder off her hand, her gaze towards Lola devoid of any warmth.

It was only then that Lola regained her senses, glaring at her with fury. "Freya, don't get too cocky! Seven years ago, my mother and I managed to kick your mother out of our home. Seven years later, we can do the same to you!"

"Oh, really? Seems like you won't have the chance!" Freya mocked, observing Lola's flushed face. "You can't even defeat me. How do you plan to kill me? Perhaps you want to replay the old scenario, arrange for a truck driver to cause a fatal accident?"

With that said, Lola's face turned pale, her body trembling uncontrollably.

Freya raised her eyebrows. It was really them.

As expected, she lacked intelligence. She was merely speculating, but to her surprise, a mere suggestion led her to confess out of guilt.

Yet, she underestimated this mother-daughter duo. It's surprising that they possess such a cruel and malicious nature, capable of committing even such heinous acts.

They killed her mother!

Filled with hatred, Freya wished she could send this mother-daughter pair to hell herself, if only she had the evidence.

"Freya, you're making baseless accusations! Your mother's demise was her own doing, failing to maintain her dignity, which led to her being killed by her lover. How does that concern us?" Lola's evasive gaze indicated she was concealing something intentionally.

"The truth will come out eventually! Wait and see, Lola, you and your mother's retribution is coming soon."

With that, Freya turned and left.

Her goal had been achieved; Lola's attitude spoke volumes.

Now, she needed to gather evidence quickly to send Sophie Lawson and her daughter to prison before they could retaliate against her.

Not far away.

Ethan leaned on his cane in the corridor, observing the altercation between the two women with clarity.

Freya was indeed not foolish, with a sharp mind and agile movements, clearly skilled.

He cursed Arthur in his mind for giving Bradley such a valuable asset. This woman could not be allowed to stay, no matter what.

Contemplating the injustices he endured, Ethan's eyes burned with fury. Under any circumstance, this woman must not remain.

Approaching Lola with his cane, he pretended not to have seen anything and asked, "What's wrong? Weren't you supposed to come and accompany me? Why are you so late?"

Seeing Ethan appear, Lola rushed towards him in distress, crying, "Ethan, you have to help me seek revenge. Freya just hit me!"

The scorching slaps, each one forcefully delivered, were clearly aimed at disfiguring her face.

Lola's face was now burning, numb from the pain, as she watched Freya leave with intense hatred, wishing she could kill her right now.

"Well, there happens to be an opportunity. Are you interested?" Ethan squinted his eyes, then hugged Lola's waist.

Lola, focused solely on teaching Freya a lesson, failed to notice the cunningness in his eyes. Nodding, she asked, "What opportunity?"

Ethan deliberately whispered in her ear, his warm breath enveloping her, "Come to my room, and I'll tell you."

"Ugh, but you have to massage my face first; it hurts." Lola, full of affection, clung to Ethan and hurriedly followed him back to the room.

Without further ado, the two of them collapsed onto the bed.

After a passionate encounter, Lola nestled in Ethan's arms, breathing heavily and asked. "So, what's your plan?"

Ethan pinched her, causing Lola to moan softly.

He said, "It's simple. You help me lure Freya to the back mountain, and I'll take care of the rest."

His mother had called him last night, devising a plan that would ensure Freya met a grim end.

The reason for calling Lola over was that being sisters would make things easier. Moreover, when the truth was revealed, there would be a scapegoat!

Lola, still clinging to his neck, coquettishly said, "If you want me to help you, you have to treat me better."

"Don't worry, once everything is done, I won't mistreat you."

"Then I want you to marry me." Lola, emboldened, draped herself over him like she had no bones.

After some consideration, Ethan agreed for the time being, intending to address the situation later. He knew he could always distance himself from her once matters were resolved.

"Ethan, do you agree?"

"Sure, as long as you keep me happy, I'll give you anything you want." With that, Ethan flipped over, embracing her.

Soon, the room was filled with sounds of playfulness and the creaking of the bed.