Be Eaten Up with Love

Chapter 26: Being Regarded as a Mistress (2)

I had expected that she would do that in advance. So I stopped her arm and shook it off.

"You, a bitch, dare to strike back?" She went crazy and rushed over, grabbed my hair, pushed me to the ground, and kicked me a few feet in my stomach with ten centimeters of high-heeled shoes.

Seeing that I was wrestling with her, Merlin immediately put down her shopping bag and then went to pull Nelly Smith.

Merlin was thin, short and slender. Compared with Nelly Smith who looked heavy and strong, Merlin was much weaker. At once, she was struck by Nelly Smith.

When I got up from the ground, Merlin's face hurt and a bit of her hair was pinched off. I saw the situation was terrible, so without thinking anything else, I heavily slapped Nelly Smith in her face, which made her spit out the blood.

"You, two bitches, dare to slap me!" Nelly Smith screamed and staggered to me again, with the print of five fingers left on her face and the blood seeping out from her mouth and nose, which seemed that I had slapped her very heavily. Naturally, I wouldn't suffer any loss and wrestled with her fiercely.

After a cruel fight, Nelly Smith hurt seriously.

Later, I didn't know who called the police. The policemen came over very quickly, and took us all to the police station. On the way to police station, Nelly Smith looked at me with her ferocious eyes as if she would dissect me.

The barefoot was not afraid to the man wearing shoes. Who dared who?

"You, little bitch, dare to hit me. I must revenge you. Do you know who my brother is? The second in command in the public security bureau. I'll call him now! And you, the shameless mistress, I'll break the

news on the Weekly magazine tomorrow that in order to be known and get the better role, you are so shameless that you climb up the bed of the deputy director! Do you want to be famous? Don't dream..."

After she finished speaking, Nelly Smith took out her cell phone from her bag. When she got through, she cried pitifully and exaggeratedly said something which was not true to the other side. Then, I didn't know what the other side on the phone said, but I saw she looked at me proudly, as if I was going to encounter something terrible when I arrived at the public security bureau!

Before, I was indifferent. After all, it was I who hit her first, which could be proved by the monitor in the shopping mall. But sometimes, in front of super power, unpractical events could become evidence of conviction!

Since Nelly Smith had close relationship with a powerful man in the police security bureau, then it was obvious that Merlin and I had become the weak side.

Maybe it was not easy to handle this matter!

...

In the police station, Merlin and I were invited to enter a small room with the sign of "interrogation room".

"We're just having some arguments. Sir, there is no need to be so serious, right?"

"Don't talk nonsense. Fight with others and intentionally hurt others. Don't you know what you will be convicted later? I advise you to tell the truth that why you beat Miss Smith and then write a petition to ask the judge to give you a suspended sentence considering that you are a first offender." After glancing at us, the auxiliary police locked the door.

Before closing the door, I saw Nelly Smith's unkind eyes and proud expression, which made me feel anxious.

Being locked in the interrogation room for two hours, Merlin and I were anxious and worried. ConTEent bel0ngs to Nôv(e)lD/rama(.)Org .

During this period, I got to know the situation from Merlin, which made me more unconfident ans anxious.

After all, about this matter, It was Merlin's fault. In the bottom line of social morality, the mistress, even if she was innocent, would be accused and be condemned. No one would stand up for Merlin. Even though she said all the time that she did not know they hadn't divorced and was deceived, the unrelated people would not care her weak reasons.

Besides, Merlin was working in the entertainment circle. Once this happened and the reporters avoided the important and dwelt on the trivial in their articles. Then only the pressure from public opinion would ruin Merlin.

I was immediately regretful that why I was so impulsive to wrestle with Nelly Smith at that time. If I suffered some sort of loss, the situation would not be so serious.

"Lydia, I really haven't expect that Richard is such a person! He told me clearly that they had divorced, but he lied to me. I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry... Lydia, you slap me, you slap me! It's all my fault, and now you have been involved in this matter because of my fault!"

Merlin had collapsed under the pressure from the bottom of her heart and the cruel facts. She paralyzed at my feet and kept slapping on her face.

Merlin and I were very good friends. In fact, we became friends because we had the same experience, we lived the same poor and lonely life, and we felt sympathy for each other. Her father was addicted to

gambling and lost all his property, and even sold her younger sister in order to pay off his gambling debts.

After years of torture, her mother could not bear to kill her father and then committed suicide.

Later, she went to the orphanage and lived there for more than ten years. After graduating from junior high school, she went to the studio city to make a living.