Phoenix Golding cursed as she beat her, her words exceptionally foul. She used her favorite insult—"little hussy."
She'd learned it from *Dream of the Red Chamber*, though Phoenix Golding had only managed to pick up a few insults. The novel was profound and complex; with her level of understanding, she could only learn a few curses.
"It's no use… I washed my hands at Aunt Green's. I used her soap," Jacqueline explained through sobs, not daring to cry aloud.
"Still lying? That vixen can afford soap? I'd have to be a fool to believe you!"
Phoenix Golding didn't believe her in the slightest and hit her even harder. Jacqueline dodged helplessly and lowered her head, her gaze turning colder. 'I will leave this family,' she vowed silently. 'And I'll make Phoenix Golding come begging for my favor.'
"What's going on now? Your injuries haven't even healed. Why get so worked up? Just calm down."
