Chapter 6 Covered with Ambiguous Marks

The three of them were all shocked. A fashionably dressed woman with delicate makeup put down her palm.

It was her stepmother and Carolyn's biological mother.

Martha Farrell smirked cruelly. Blazing with rage, her slanted eyes gazed at Robin fiercely.

"Robin, is shamelessly seducing your brother-in-law in public what your mother taught you?" She mocked coldly.

Five clear imprints were left on Robin's swollen cheek, a sign of how heavy the slap was.

Instead of enduring it, as usual, Robin glared at her stepmother. Her pretty eyes were filled with adamancy and defiance.

"Even if I'm uncultured, I was brought up in Sargent's house. My father made me act like this."

An irritated Martha raised her palm again.

The statuesque Isaac intercepted the slap in mid-air, "Martha, you misunderstood!"

Martha awkwardly drew back her hand, managed to smile, and maintained her hypocritical image.

In no mood for their drama, Robin turned to leave, but someone suddenly grabbed her. Then the collar of her white blouse was pulled off.

A gust of wind came over.

She recalled that passionate man and fretted.

It was too late.

The hickeys on her tender shoulder, delicate collarbone, and even... chest were vaguely exposed to people's eyes.

The humiliation sent a dull pain through her heart. Tears trickled down her pretty face and scorched her skin.

"You're as sluttish as your mother and born to be a natural daughter." Martha rasped.

"Robin... don't try to deny it. Everyone can see that a man left the hickeys on your shoulder. If you were not born sluttish, how would you climb onto a man's bed as soon as you came of age?"

Carolyn raised her delicate face amusingly and added insult to injury.

Robin's big eyes were misty. She adjusted her thin clothes awkwardly and looked back at Isaac painfully.

His normally gentle eyes turned horribly crimson and gloomy as he stared at the hickeys on her collarbone.

"Isaac, I..."

Her cherry lips opened, but words would not come out.

Should she explain? How?

It was the truth. These hickeys left by that stranger were solid evidence.

Robin closed her eyes in pain and pursed her trembling lips into a line. Eventually, not a single word of explanation was spoken.

She turned around and got out of the store.

The mother and daughter shouted venomous abuse behind her.

"What a bitch!"

"At the tender age of 18, she climbed onto the bed of a man."

...

Her ears could no longer hear the following vicious remarks.

Dragging her weak body, Robin walked with difficulty. Her heart hurt with every step.

Isaac's deep eyes had been fixed on her since he saw the hickeys. His brows knitted together, and his heart broke.

Robin suddenly felt a stream of warmth in her thin wrist. She turned around and looked calmly at his handsome face.