Chapter 96: Don’t Blame Me for Your Stupidity

"You little brat! How dare you ruin my family!" she screamed before throwing her bag straight at Summer.

But before the bag could even reach the edge of the bed, a portal suddenly opened in front of it. The next second, the bag flew right back at the woman!

"Ouch," Summer murmured, wincing slightly.

Who knew what she had stuffed inside that bag? Whatever it was, it was heavy enough to send the middle-aged woman herself—the respectable Mrs. Beaumont—stumbling backward and landing on the floor!

Archer had kept his eyes closed until now, but he finally opened them and turned toward the door. Ilya had also woken up and was now sitting on the bed.

"Security! Security! Someone has broken into the VIP room!" the nurses shouted from outside.

Yet, not a single person bothered to help Mrs. Beaumont get back on her feet. Instead, everyone turned to look at Summer, who was still trying to make sense of what had just happened.

"Miss Beaumont, are you feeling any discomfort?" The senior nurse quickly approached her and checked her eyes before glancing at the monitor.

"Headache," Summer finally replied. Then, she slowly turned her gaze toward her adoptive mother. "My head is throbbing because of her awful voice."

Archer let out a sigh before rising from his chair. "Where’s the security? Why did no one stop her before she could disturb my mate?"

A moment later, two security guards rushed into the room and quickly helped Mrs. Beaumont back onto her feet.

"We’re sorry!" they said at the same time. "She told us she was Miss Beaumont’s mother, so we let her in."

"She is my mother, indeed," Summer said calmly. "But that doesn’t mean I want to see her face."

"You ungrateful bitch!" Mrs. Beaumont snapped, struggling against the security guards holding her back. "Wasn’t it enough that you put your own sister in a coma? Now you want to send your father to jail, too?!"

"Are you out of your mind?! The military said he would be sent to prison for plotting to kill you!"

Summer frowned, looking more confused than angry. "Well, that’s what I’m trying to understand."

"Of course you can’t understand!" Mrs. Beaumont shouted again. "Your brain must be nothing more than decoration!"

Summer blinked at her adoptive mother before tilting her head slightly. "Well, I’m confused because I thought you would be arrested, too."

Mrs. Beaumont’s face stiffened. "What did you just say?"

Summer looked at her innocently. "You were talking to Clark in the video, weren’t you? You even discussed how to deal with me. So, shouldn’t you be held responsible for that as well?"

Summer thought about it for a moment before suddenly remembering something important. Mrs. Beaumont’s father had been the one who started the weapons supply business in Zone 33, and after his death, Mr. Beaumont had continued his work.

A suspicious look crossed Summer’s face as she put two and two together.

"You must have pulled some strings, didn’t you?" Summer narrowed her eyes at her adoptive mother. "Did Grandpa promise to protect you or something? Like giving you immunity from the law?"

Mrs. Beaumont’s face immediately turned red with anger. "Don’t you dare call him Grandpa! You’re not even part of my family anymore!"

Summer rolled her eyes. "How funny. If I’m really not part of your family anymore, then I shouldn’t have your surname attached to my name either."

Mrs. Beaumont gritted her teeth as Summer continued to talk back to her. "Why, you little—"

Before she could finish, a faint red glow began to spread across Mrs. Beaumont’s fingertips. The air around her seemed to grow heavier, and the metal bed frame beside her let out a low creak as if an invisible force were pressing down on it.

As a B-Rank Sentinel, Mrs. Beaumont possessed a special ability known as Pressure Field, which allowed her to control the pressure within a limited area.

She could increase the force pressing against a target, making it difficult for them to move or even breathe if she pushed her ability too far.

"I should never have taken you in from that shabby orphanage!" Mrs. Beaumont screamed furiously. "Ever since you came into our lives, our family has had nothing but bad luck!"

Was that really true? Summer seriously doubted it.

After all, Mrs. Beaumont had finally gotten pregnant after adopting Summer. Yet, whenever something went wrong in the family, she always found a way to blame Summer for it.

Summer herself couldn’t care less about those accusations, but the original owner of this body had taken them to heart.

Deep down, she had truly believed that she was nothing more than a burden in this world, someone who should never have been born in the first place.

As the red light in Mrs. Beaumont’s hand grew brighter, Summer suddenly felt an invisible force pressing against her body, pinning her in place.

She couldn’t even lift a single finger. And yet, she didn’t look the least bit frightened.

"Bad luck, my ass," Summer said calmly. "Every single problem your family is facing right now is the result of your own stupidity. If you don’t have the brains or the ability to deal with your problems, then at least stop looking for someone else to blame."

Mrs. Beaumont clenched her teeth so hard that Summer almost wondered if they would crack.

The next second, her body suddenly collapsed onto the bed under the pressure of her own ability, mainly because Summer couldn’t be bothered to put up any resistance.

"What a nuisance," Archer muttered. He finally raised his hand, and a portal opened right in front of Mrs. Beaumont.

Before she could even react, the portal moved toward her and swallowed half of her arm. Then, just as quickly as it had appeared, it snapped shut a second later.

Mrs. Beaumont stared at the spot where her arm had been, and for a moment, she seemed unable to understand what had just happened.

Then, a bloodcurdling scream tore from her throat. "AHHHHH! MY HAND! MY HAND IS GONE!"