Before she could get up, an old voice sounded from a distance.

“Are you Mitchel's wife?"

Raegan raised her head and saw an old lady in her sixties sitting on the armchair. She was dressed luxuriously, but she had a cold face.

Raegan was about to say something when she suddenly felt a wind blow on her face.

It was followed by crisp slap sounds.

It turned out Raegan received two slaps before she could even react.

Those were brutal slaps, hard and fierce.

Obviously, the person who slapped her had exerted much strength.

In an instant, both sides of Raegan's face were red and swollen.

“How dare you ignore my grandma's question! Sure enough, you are a humble country bumpkin. You have no manners at all."

It was Tessa who spoke. She had a sinister smile on her face while blowing her hand complacently. She was the one who slapped Raegan.

Anger immediately filled Raegan's eyes. She stood up, wanting to return the favor.

But before she could do anything, the maid behind her suddenly lifted one foot to trip her.

Raegan was unprepared, so she pounced forward. Fortunately, she didn't fall to the floor.

Then something hit the floor with a clatter.

It turned out that an exquisite porcelain vase on the bench fell to the floor and shattered into pieces.

"Oh, my God!" Tessa screamed in shock. She pointed at Raegan and scolded, "You bitch! How dare you break my grandma's favorite vase!"

Raegan frowned.

“Why are you blaming me? It's not my fault. It was an accident."

Tessa sneered, "Not your fault? We saw it, and we can attest to it.