Chapter 25
After saying that, she quickly walked towards the neighboring mall.
ran past, mocking her with a slight smile. Then she turned around and left.
Ashlee crossed her arms and watched as the woman ran past.
Zane probably understood who this middle–aged woman
woman might be.
He thought, “It seems Ms. Spencer’s foster mother is not a
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good person either…
“How dare she speak to Ms. Spencer
like that…
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Zane had seen in person how Ashlee made Javier call her Boss at the Lloyd’s place, and how she slapped the siblings from the Spencer family just
now.
In Zane’s mind, Ashlee was awesome.
Ashlee’s foster parents strongly favored boys over girls. Ashlee’s foster mother, Sara Scott, spoiled her son, and her foster father, Terrell Leach,
ster fa was a gambler.
Ashlee, from a young age, was constantly subjected to beatings.
It was not until she came back to the Spencer family that she was able to escape from this nightmare.
But for Ashlee, the Spencer family was like another hell.
And as the favorite of the Spencer family, Sanaa naturally would not return to the Leach family.
Especially the four sons of the Spencer family despised the Leach family and were afraid that Sanaa would suffer if she went back.
They didn’t welcome Ashlee on the day when she returned.
Byron said, “Sanaa will always be my little sister, and no one should ever think of replacing her.”
Alfred said, “I would never let Sanaa go back to that dirty place of the Leach family.”
Clayton said, “If Sanaa goes back to the Leach family, then I will also leave the Spencer family.”
Trevon said, “How could despicable people like the Leach family deserve to be Sanaa’s family?”
None of them wanted Sanaa to leave.
It seemed like they had all forgotten that their own younger sister had grown up in the Leach family since childhood.
It seemed as if Sanaa was the one who had suffered.
The Spencer family sent the Leach family away by giving them some compensation because of Sanaa.
The Leach family, who had accepted the compensation, promised to leave Sanaa alone.
