"Bitch, get up! You thought you could steal my daughter's man? I'LL make you regret that!"

Evie firmly grabbed Sabrina's hair, compelling her to lift her head.

Sabrina grunted, the gag in her mouth muffling her sounds.

She deduced that this woman must be Galilea's mother.

At Evie's signal, a man pulled on Sabrina's hair, and Evie slapped her a dozen times.

Sabrina's head turned with the pain, her cheeks flaring.

Suddenly, the man forced her head downwards, slamming it into the cold ground.

As she groaned in agony and her vision wavered, the man pulled her head up once again.

"You shameless bitch! You seduced Tyrone with this face, didn't you?

Today, I'll make sure your face becomes unrecognizable, and then we'LL see if Tyrone still wants you!"

With a malicious stare, Evie pulled out a knife from her pocket and swiftly swung her hand, slashing Sabrina.

A searing pain erupted on Sabrina's face, causing her body to tremble and beads of cold sweat to break on her forehead.

She felt a warm fluid trickle down her face.

Evie brandished the bloody knife before Sabrina, a wild delight in her eyes.

"You slut!"

In her frenzy, Evie slashed Sabrina's face again.

Sabrina's body shook, her cheeks seared with pain, and her eyes grew bloodshot and puffy.

As her cheeks were cut, blood trickled down and splattered onto the ground.

Evie looked at the pitiful sight of Sabrina, a satisfied smirk on her face.

"Connor Chavez," she muttered, dropping the knife and reading the engraving on the nearby tombstone. "This is your father's grave, isn't it? Dig his bone ash out! This is the consequence of you becoming Mrs. Blakely!"