Seeing Stuart’s disheveled state, Thea couldn’t hold back and let out a chuckle.

Stuart managed to steady himself by gripping a chair, his face alternating between pale and flushed as he winced in pain. He pointed at Jesse with a trembling finger.

“You little brat! Get over here! How dare you hit your mother? You’ve gone too far!”

“She’s not my mother! My mother is dead!” Jesse shouted back, her voice trembling with anger.

Stuart froze, stunned by the defiance of the daughter who had always obeyed him without question.

“You… you’ve lost your mind!”

Jesse’s eyes were red as she slowly stepped out from behind Chelsea. “Am I the...