Revenge is My Love Language novel Chapter 256

“What do you have to say for yourself?!”

Fiona flinched at Lady’s outburst, genuinely startled by her sharp tone.

Didn’t Lady usually dote on Anastasia?

Anastasia, on the other hand, wasn’t the least bit surprised. She couldn’t help feeling a pang of disappointment, but she’d always known Lady’s affection was tenuous at best.

Her gaze shifted to Mary, lingering on the woman’s feigned frailty and the fresh white bandage wrapped around her head. Internally, Anastasia let out a cold, silent laugh.

Such a minor injury, and she’s acting like she’s at death’s door?

At last, everything clicked—Mary’s dramatic performance outside the hospital now made perfect sense.

She’d wondered why someone as stubborn as Mary would suddenly humble herself in public, even going so far as to kneel before her. It was wildly out of character.

So this was her plan all along.

Sensing Anastasia’s scrutiny, Mary and her daughter Alice exchanged glances where Lady couldn’t see them—Mary shot her a cold, mocking smirk, while Alice’s lips curled in smug satisfaction, as if convinced Anastasia’s downfall was imminent.

Anastasia ignored their theatrics and fixed her eyes on Mary’s bandaged head. “Did I hit you?”

Alice burst out angrily, “You didn’t hit her, but you forced her into it!”

“Don’t you dare deny it! The video of you making my mom kneel is all over the internet!” she snapped, unlocking her phone and thrusting it forward.

The video played for all to see: Mary, dressed plainly and groveling on her knees at the hospital entrance, repeatedly bowing her head to the ground before Anastasia. Blood trickled down her forehead, the sight shocking in its vividness.

Their conversation had been muted in the clip, except for one line—Anastasia’s cold voice, clear and unmistakable: “If you like kneeling so much, then keep kneeling.”

Lady had obviously seen the video already—there was no other reason she would be this furious.

Anastasia’s expression turned icy, barely suppressing the urge to sneer.

What a masterstroke—retreating in order to advance.

Mary insisted the kneeling was her own doing, but then implied the injury was “making amends” to Anastasia, as if she’d been driven to it. Despite the bandage and dramatic claims of a grave wound, she was now prostrating herself again with reckless abandon.

On the surface, it appeared voluntary, but who wouldn’t see through it? To any onlooker, it was clear: Anastasia had forced her to this point.

Sure enough, after the chaos of pulling Mary—now seemingly more injured than ever—off the floor, Lady’s anger only deepened.

And it was all aimed squarely at Anastasia.

“Kneel!” Lady thundered.