I Was the Stepping Stone novel Chapter 45

Chapter 8

The snow fell heavier and heavier.

Upstairs, Layla took everything out of the refrigerator and entertained her biological father Ahmed and biological mother Jayce, along with their two sons.

Roasted chicken, lobster, steak, salmon.

The table was filled with various precious fruits.

Their eldest son, Jayvon, and youngest son, Rory, ate with oil dripping from their mouths, blissfully unaware.

Jaycee pulled Layla’s hand and praised her repeatedly, saying that she had given birth to a good daughter.

Ahmed sat in the main seat, looking at the happy family.

I can only say that being uneducated is truly terrifying. If it weren’t for the Blizzard Apocalypse, this whole family of theirs

would have been sitting in jail a long time ago.

The food prepared by them upstairs in such a way, it is estimated that it will be finished by tomorrow.

I took out three tomatoes and beef, cooked the dish, and ate it hot with Aydan and Aleah.

The next morning, Aydan and I were awakened by the noisy sound from upstairs. We immediately took out our phones to

check the surveillance.

Jayvon picked up the plate from the table and immediately turned it over on Layla’s head, saying, “You messed up, giving me leftovers to eat? Go to the kitchen right away and remake it according to last night’s standards!”

Layla’s head was broken, blood mixed with oil stains dripping down her face. She broke down and cried, continuously

calling for her mother.

Jaycee rushed downstairs upon hearing the sound, and saw her son looking angry. Ignoring Layla’s injury, she slapped her in the face and said, “What are you crying about so early in the morning? Look at how you’ve made your brother

angry!”

Jayvon pouted on the side and said, “Mom! Look at that brat, she actually made me eat leftovers.”

I was speechless. After having a good meal all day, what did this family think of themselves as?

Although the things on the table were leftovers, they were all really good stuff. That appearance seemed to suggest that it

would be a pity for him to eat these…

The burning pain on Layla’s head and face had not yet subsided when Jaycee grabbed her ear and said, “You’ve been living a comfortable life in the city for eighteen years, and now that we’ve finally arrived, you dare to give your brother leftovers? Do you have any conscience at all?”

Layla had never been treated like this before, and she was so scared that she was stunned. She didn’t even have time to

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get angry and hurriedly explained, “No, Mom, there is no food at home anymore.”

Ahmed, who had just come downstairs, heard the words and slammed the table loudly: “No food? No food and you won’t go out to buy some!”

At this moment, they finally shifted their gaze to the window and found that the heavy snow had already buried half of the

French window. They were trapped here…

Their pupils suddenly dilated, filled with fear.

Jaycee slapped her thigh and sat on the ground, wailing loudly, “Oh my goodness, this heavy snow is going to bury us! We have no food left, we are going to die here!”

Speaking of this, Jaycee suddenly showed a fierce look, pointing at Layla and cursing loudly, “It’s all your fault! You, you little bitch! If it weren’t for you saying that there are many valuable things here and insisting that we come, how could we have been trapped here! I swear I’ll kill you!”

With that, Jaycee got up and started beating Layla.

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