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"This is what I thought would happen."

"First, teach that bastard a lesson and divorce him, so he'll abandon Mary and the others; second, help Mary Jane's mother out of her predicament, for example, by giving her a job after the divorce so she can support herself; third, we can't do all this if we don't make Mary Jane realize that she is also a strong person with her own pride."

"Anything else you want to add?"

Gwen glanced at the three of them, and seeing that they all shook their heads, she chuckled and said, "Alright, Titan Squad! Let's move out!"

Chapter 1248 It was all a lie

Mary Jane smiled at her mother and asked anxiously, "How is your leg? Does it still hurt?"

Madeline hugged Mary Jane and whispered, "It doesn't hurt when I'm with Mary."

Despite saying that, a deep fear still flashed in her eyes when she thought of her husband.

Alcoholism, domestic violence

The moment he touches alcohol, the wicked husband turns into a devil.

She only complained twice yesterday, and the interviewer hit her hard.

Her face, body, and legs were broken. For a moment, she thought she was going to be beaten to death, but Mary Jane bravely stood in front of her and pushed her husband away.

As a result, her daughter was beaten along with her.

It's all her fault.

Madeline thought with regret and despair.

"Mom, are you hungry? I'll go make you something to eat."

Mary Jane patted her mother's head, then her mother's head, and after saying this, she went downstairs.

Opening the refrigerator and looking at the ingredients inside, Mary Jane began the arduous task of preparing dinner.

Mary Jane remembered the video course on how to make scrambled eggs, and she hurriedly started making scrambled eggs.

Looking at the not-so-delicious scrambled eggs, Mary Jane felt a sense of satisfaction.

After breaking two fried eggs and returning upstairs, Mary Jane gave one of them to her mother. After taking a bite, her mother asked expectantly, "How is it? How is it?"

"Not bad, but..."

Madeline frowned and tapped Mary Jane's nose. "A little less salt would be better."

"But I like it."

Mary Jane happily rubbed her nose.

Just then, the mother and daughter were enjoying a simple yet heartwarming dinner.

"boom!"

Door slamming.

Both of their bodies began to tremble involuntarily, and Madeline was so frightened she almost jumped up.

Crunch, crunch.

The old wooden floorboards made an unpleasant sound, and every step felt like stepping on two people's hearts.

A few seconds later, the footsteps disappeared.

Just as they breathed a sigh of relief, a "creaking" sound accompanied by curses came, as if something had broken.

“Mary Jane, get over here!”

Mary Jane kept her lips tightly closed and decided to go down and take a look, even though she was a little scared.

After all, she knew very well that if she didn't go down, the scumbag she called her father would immediately pounce on her and start harassing her mother.

Her mother can no longer be beaten.

Seeing her mother covered in wounds, Mary Jane stood up.

"Don't go!"

Madeline grabbed Mary Jane's hand, her eyes filled with fear and worry.

"Don't be afraid, Mom, I'll be alright."

Mary Jane smiled brightly, put the plate aside, and went downstairs.

Philip clutched his wound tightly as he walked slowly down the street, purple blood staining his face and dripping onto his white shirt, making him look like an angry ghost.

He spoke in a low voice, and as he recalled the scene just now, a violent feeling burned even more intensely in his heart.

"You bitch, you son of a bitch, when I get home I'll make sure you go to hell!"

The scumbag cursed inwardly.

Just then, a blue flash of light appeared before his eyes. When he turned around, he realized that he was already in the air.

He was completely stunned.

What happened? How did he get upstairs?

He glanced to the side and saw a sharp claw burning like flames on his shoulder. He nervously turned his stiff head and looked up along the claw.

Flame Hawk...?

His head seemed to droop, and a deep fear burst forth from the bottom of his heart, turning into a piercing scream that echoed in the air.

"Help!"

Do you need help?

Hearing the screams coming from downstairs, Gwen grinned.

Thinking of this, the night hawk beneath her feet took off into the air, then released its grip, catching the crumb with its claws. As it fell freely, it let out another shriek, getting closer and closer to the ground.

"Ha, that cry sounds just like a woman's! Who gave it the guts to hit a woman?"

Gwen said dismissively, looking down with some surprise as she listened to the cessation of the screaming.

Woo! Woo! Woo!

It wasn't that the scumbag suddenly gained courage; he simply passed out.

Gwen, now a spirit of vengeance, watched breathlessly as she dragged another scumbag to the rooftop.

Controlling the power of the flames, he gently touched the crumpled internal organs, and a sharp pain brought him back to his senses.

But when he saw Gwen right in front of him, the sleazy man dropped to all fours and screamed as he backed away.

"If you scream again, I'll devour your soul!"

Gwen glared angrily at the scoundrel, her body writhing in the flames as if her soul, destroyed by the fire, was howling in agony.

Evil, terror, heart-wrenching rage...

The scoundrel trembled all over, but faced with the threat to his life, he covered his mouth.

Gwen walked towards him step by step, half-crouching, and placed a white jade-like bone claw with blue flames on his shoulder.

Feeling the terrifying heat of the blue flames, the crawling man's legs trembled, and a foul-smelling liquid flowed from between his legs.

Gwen looked at the man with disgust and asked, "Do you know why we're after you?"

The scumbag slowly shook his head, looked at the raging flames on Gwen's body, and then nodded sharply.

"Then tell me why?"

Gwen looked at her opponent with amusement, her dark eye sockets seeming to blaze with two burning flames.

Philip tentatively asked, "You...you want money?"

"You think I don't have enough money? I'm a messenger of justice!"

Messenger of justice?

What does it look like, and how does it have nothing to do with justice...?

Does it need...life?

He asked fearfully, and when he saw Gwen slowly nod, his heart raced, and without thinking, he turned and ran.

Gwen watched as the others ran further and further away, until they reached the stairwell leading to the roof. Then, she took the chain off her body, wrapped it around the lewd man, and dragged him back little by little, letting out a desperate roar.

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Gwen grinned at Philip, the flames outlining a devilish, cold smile on her face.

The next second, the flame in Gwen's eyes began to slowly ignite as she looked into Philip's eyes.

Judge's Eye

As Gwen gained this ability over time, she became able to control the power of the Eye of Fate.

The Judgment Eye has the effect of punishing souls, and it also has the ability to read minds. It allows Gwen to see and summon the memories of all the crimes committed by the person being judged, making their soul feel all the pain they once brought to innocent people.

For more serious crimes, death will result, while for less serious crimes, other consequences will result, thus achieving the effect of condemnation and punishment.

Gwen used this ability on Philip not to kill him, nor did his crimes lead to his death; Gwen simply wanted him to experience the pain of domestic violence.

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