Chapter 180 How Could I Have Raised Someone as Shameless as You!

Chapter 180 How Could I Have Raised Someone as Shameless as You!

Thalia's face went pale in an instant.

Her hands started shaking uncontrollably.

I didn't feel the slightest bit sorry for her.

I just felt that what was happening in front of me wasn't enough yet.

A scandal this shocking couldn't hit hard enough with just pictures and text.

The full video was the real killer blow.

I turned my phone around and sent the original video to Thalia by text. "Don't rush—there's a full video too. If you want to see everything, watch the complete footage. That's the realest proof there is."

By now Thalia had completely lost her mind, without a shred of hesitation.

She knew pictures and text could be doctored, but a video couldn't be faked.

AI-generated videos at this stage still had obvious flaws—easy to spot.

The moment she tapped open the video, intimate, unmistakable sounds filled the hall.

Clatter.

Jane, who had just opened the trending topics page, heard the familiar sound and her phone slipped straight out of her hand and hit the floor. Her face went pale, completely panicked. "Mom... Eleanor is framing me! This video is fake..."

She never got to finish her excuse.

Slap after slap landed hard on Jane's face.

Thalia hit her far harder, far more ruthlessly than I had just now.

Thalia's eyes were bloodshot, filled with venom, and her trembling finger pointed at Jane. "You still think you're allowed to call me Mom?"

More loud slaps rained down.

"Daniel is your stepfather! You know exactly what that means! How could you do something this shameless with your own stepfather!"

Jane's whole world collapsed.

The family bond she'd clung to, the line she thought she'd never cross, every rule of decency she believed in—all shattered in that instant.

However much Thalia had once spoiled and indulged Jane, she now hated and despised her just as much.

Being betrayed by her own flesh and blood, the daughter she'd poured everything into, hurt far deeper than any betrayal she'd ever endured.

Thalia's utter agony gave me the purest kind of satisfaction.

People always say revenge eats away at the one seeking it.

But for me, this revenge was pure pleasure.

I crossed my arms and watched the chaos unfold in silence, my body trembling slightly from sheer excitement.

"Mom!"

Ignoring the sharp sting on her face, Jane dropped straight to her knees. "Mom, it wasn't me—it really wasn't me!"

"You think I'm an idiot?!"

Thalia, furious beyond reason, crouched down and grabbed a fistful of Jane's hair, forcing her face right up to the phone screen. "Look for yourself! These pictures, this video, this text—are they all fake too?!"

She threw away every last shred of the poise and grace expected of a wealthy socialite, screaming at Jane out of control.

Jane's whole body went rigid, her eyes darting wildly, completely lost.

The sudden mess had torn through every layer of her act. After a long, tense silence, she suddenly threw her arms around Thalia and broke down sobbing. "Mom, Daniel forced me into it—I'm the victim here!"

Another hard slap came crashing down.

Thalia completely lost it, hitting Jane over and over, both their hair a tangled mess, until they both ended up slumped on the cold floor.

Jane's cheeks were swollen and red, Thalia's voice had gone hoarse, her lip bleeding where she'd bitten it, and she spat bloody saliva right in Jane's face.

"Every word out of your mouth is a lie! Look at yourself in that video—going along with it willingly! Tell me, was that forced too?"

"I... I..."

With the evidence laid bare, none of Jane's excuses held up anymore. All she could do was cling to Thalia and beg pitifully. "Mom, I was wrong—I made a stupid mistake. Please forgive me just this once. I'm your own daughter—please give me one more chance!"

That phrase—own daughter—wiped out the last bit of restraint Thalia had left.

Thalia hurled her phone at the ground and started pounding her fists against Jane's head, one after another.

"Shut up! You don't deserve to be my daughter! You have no shame, no limits—you're worse than the lowest of the low!"

"Do you even understand who you were sleeping with? That's my husband! You defiled my husband!"

Thalia had gone completely unhinged, screaming hysterically. When she got too tired to keep hitting, she grabbed Jane's hair and shook her violently. "He's your stepfather! The two of you are father and daughter in name!"

Thalia's strength finally gave out, and she collapsed to the floor, drained.

Jane dropped the act entirely. Ignoring the pain all over her body, she shoved Thalia away hard. Her hair a mess, a twisted, cold smile spread across her face.

"If I'd said no to him, he threatened to throw me out of the Spencer family! I had no choice! You call me shameless, disgraceful—fine—but what about you?"

"What gives you the right to look down on me? Didn't you snatch this man away from someone else by whatever means it took? I know everything!"

Thalia, who had just barely managed to sit up, froze instantly, her face full of shock, then screamed like a madwoman. "Do you even know what nonsense you're spouting?! Do you have any idea how outrageous that is?!"

"Nonsense, am I?"

Every word out of Jane's mouth was a blade, cutting straight to the bone. "That husband you're so proud of—you got him by underhanded means yourself. To land him, you did things far dirtier than me. Otherwise, knowing what he's really like, he never would've picked you in the first place!"

Jane suddenly burst into wild, unhinged laughter. "Don't tell me you and your friends, and his other mistresses, all took turns pleasing him together? Group sex—was it fun? What exactly was your role in all that?"

"Shut up!"

Thalia clawed at her own hair, completely falling apart.

"You brand me depraved—but where's your nobility? You're the real expert when it comes to these schemes."

I froze on the spot.

I'd already expected this mother and daughter to turn on each other completely, but I hadn't expected the infighting to get this brutal.

There wasn't a trace of warmth left between them—nothing but pure hatred and hostility now, tearing into each other like sworn enemies.

Every word they threw was vicious and cutting, aimed with precision at the other's rawest nerve, stripping away every last bit of dignity between them.

"Aaaahhh!"

Thalia let out a wild scream and lunged at Jane, claws bared, and the two of them collided, ripping at each other's hair, trading slaps.

"I regret ever giving birth to you! How did I end up raising something this shameless!"

"Get away from me! You don't deserve to be my mother!"

Jane, just as unhinged, shoved Thalia hard to the ground and sneered. "Shameless, am I? It's in the blood. If you're this kind of person, what else could you have possibly raised?"