Rebirth Swapped Bride; Married to the Ruthless Cursed Billionaire
Chapter 127: Sandra and her father had a fight

Chapter 127: Sandra and her father had a fight

The sudden upheaval in high society sent shockwaves through the entire capital, leaving no room for peace.

In the exclusive private hospital owned by the Porter family, within the luxurious VIP suite on the top floor—

"You’re the real disgrace here!!"

A sharp, furious roar echoed from outside the door.

Mrs. Porter flinched in fright.

Sandra, who had been struggling to sit up, froze mid-motion, her eyes widening in disbelief as she turned toward the entrance.

A middle-aged man in a charcoal-gray suit strode in, his slightly portly frame radiating cold fury, his expression dark and unreadable.

"Dad," Sandra glared at her father, her voice trembling with outrage and incredulity.

"What did you just call me?

A disgrace?!"

"Sandra," Mrs. Porter forced a strained smile onto her face, her tone gentle but uneasy.

"You misheard.

Your father wasn’t talking about you."

As she spoke, she shot the man a subtle, warning glance.

"Right,?"

"I’m talking about her!!"

Mr. Porter completely ignored his wife, jabbing a finger toward Sandra, who lay pale as a ghost on the hospital bed.

"As the eldest daughter of the Porter family, instead of thinking about how to pave the way for our family, you’ve been scheming day and night to steal another woman’s man.

And now look at you!"

Veins bulged on his forehead, his face twisted with fury.

"Not only did you fail to snatch the man, but you got played like a fool and ended up half-dead, dragging the entire Porter family’s reputation through the mud!!"

Mrs. Porter’s expression darkened, her lips parting to intervene.

"Porter—"

"Mr. Porter!" Sandra clenched her teeth so hard her lips turned white, her face cycling between pallor and livid rage.

Humiliation and resentment burned in her eyes.

"What kind of father says such things to his own daughter?!"

"Precisely because you’re my daughter, I’m even more ashamed!"

Mr. Porter’s anger only intensified, his face flushing crimson with barely contained rage.

"You keep insisting you’d never marry that illegitimate son of the Luther Family—yet where was that pride when you were making reckless moves and digging your own grave?"

His voice grew colder, sharper, like a blade honed on ice.

"Instead of thinking about how to restore the Porter family’s reputation after waking up, you’re here throwing a tantrum—do you really think you haven’t embarrassed us enough?!"

"You—you—" Sandra trembled with rage, the pain in her body flaring up as all color drained from her face.

"Enough!"

Seeing her father grow increasingly harsh, her mother stepped forward and pulled down his accusing arm, her voice laced with frustration and disapproval.

"What’s done is done.

Berating Sandra won’t change anything—have you forgotten she’s still injured?"

"Shut your mouth!"

Mr. Porter’s face darkened as he shoved her aside.

"I haven’t even settled the score with you yet!" Disgust filled his eyes.

"This is all your fault—your failure to raise her properly is why she’s turned into this reckless, lawless fool!"

"Ah—!" Mrs. Porter’s back slammed hard against the corner of the table, the sharp pain stealing her breath and leaving her speechless.

"Porter, how dare you stand there and lecture us?!"

The hurt in Sandra’s eyes blazed into fury as she spat the words through gritted teeth.

"You dare say Mom doesn’t know how to raise children?

That I’m stupid?

Look who’s talking!"

Her face twisted with venomous hatred.

"Where were you when we needed you?

Too busy fooling around with women half your age outside?

Open your eyes—look what you’ve done to the Porter family!"

Her father’s eyes bulged, the whites flooding the crimson with barely contained fury.

"Sandra!!" Mrs. Porter’s heart lurched at her daughter’s words.

Ignoring the throbbing pain in her back, she interjected anxiously,

"Your father’s already furious. Don’t make it worse."

"*He’s* furious?"

Sandra let out a derisive laugh, meeting her father’s glare without flinching.

"What about

*me*?

If you hadn’t been such a failure, would our family have fallen so far behind the Luther’s?

Would Grandfather have pinned all his hopes on me?!"

"You insolent—!!"

The blow struck like lightning.

Porter crossed the room in three strides and backhanded her with enough force to send her sprawling across the hospital bed.

A fresh streak of blood bloomed at the corner of her barely healed lips.

"Sandra!"

Mrs. Porter let out a terrified shriek and immediately rushed forward, her face etched with panic as she steadied Sandra.

"Porter!!"

she screamed, her voice trembling with fury.

"Our daughter is already severely injured!

Are you trying to kill her with that kind of force?!"

Mr. Porter’s face darkened like a storm cloud.

"If I’d known she’d disgrace us like this, I would’ve beaten her to death years ago!" he roared.

First, Camilla had humiliated her.

Then, her grandfather struck her.

And now, her own father had raised his hand against her.

That slap reignited the burning shame Sandra had endured at the mountain villa, shattering the last remnants of her restraint.

"Kill me?"

A sinister smirk twisted her bloodstained lips, her eyes glinting with icy defiance.

"Mr. Porter," she sneered, her voice dripping with venom, "don’t pretend you haven’t thought about it.

The truth is—you don’t dare!"

Her expression twisted into something feral, teeth clenched in bitter triumph.

"Because your body’s too weak to father another child.

If I die, the Porter family’s direct bloodline ends with you!"

That was the real reason she had always been so indispensable to them.

"You ungrateful wretch—!"

Blinded by rage, her father lunged forward again, his hand raised for another strike.

"Stop!"

Mrs. Porter’s face paled as she stepped in front of Jiang Rongsheng.

"Get out of my way!"

Without hesitation, he shoved her to the ground.

"I’m going to teach this little bastard a lesson today!"

The hospital room erupted into chaos, yet those standing guards outside didn’t dare intervene.

But just then—

*Click—*

*CRACK!!*

A sharp shattering sound pierced the air, plunging the hospital room into stunned silence.

Mr. Porter clutched his bleeding head, let out a pained groan, and collapsed to the floor.

At his feet lay the shattered remains of a vase.

Mrs. Porter gasped, her hands flying to her mouth as she took in the gash on her son’s forehead.

The commotion drew people rushing in from outside, only to be met with the chaotic scene.

"Mr. Porter!!"

"Call a doctor—quick!"

The room erupted into pandemonium once more.

"GET OUT!"

Sandra snatched up another vase from the bedside table and hurled it to the ground with a violent crash, her eyes blazing with fury.

"ALL OF YOU—GET THE HELL OUT!!"

The Porter family staff knew better than to provoke her in this state.

They scrambled to carry the unconscious Mr. Porter away as fast as they could.

Even Mrs. Porter recoiled at her daughter’s terrifying demeanor, biting her lip as she stammered, trembling.

"Sandra, you—" Sandra’s bloodshot eyes, brimming with dark fury, suddenly snapped toward her mother.

"Get out!

You too!!"

Her mother’s face paled.

She opened her mouth as if to speak but ultimately didn’t dare utter a word. With one last worried glance, she quietly stepped out of the hospital room.

Silence swallowed the space in an instant. Sandra trembled faintly, her entire body thrumming with resentment and bitter frustration.

Ever since that wretched woman Camilla had appeared, her life had been turned upside down.

The position of the Luther Family’s Madame The dignity of the Porter family’s only daughter.

Her grandfather’s doting affection and high regard. ...

Everything she desired remained just out of reach, while everything she once possessed was slipping through her fingers, piece by piece.

Her fists clenched so tightly that her nails dug deep into her palms, drawing blood. *

Why?!

* Just then, a knock sounded at the door. Then a figure stepped inside.

The sound of footsteps snapped Sandra out of her thoughts.

She turned toward the door, her face twisted with fury.

"Didn’t I tell everyone to get out?! Who let you in?!"

When she saw who it was, her expression twisted even further into something wild and unrecognizable.

"You dare show your face to me?!"