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23rd July, 2008

JEANNETTE SIGHED IN FRUSTRATION AND followed her daughter.

She was assigned the unpleasant duty of teaching the brat to cycle. Not only was Ava a slow learner, but she also had zero stamina and constantly whined.

Jeanette's patience was wearing thin. But no, she couldn't show any signs of hatred or impatience. That would arouse suspicion.

Her hands itched to give the child a solid smack. The child was her own indeed, but she felt no love. Her heart was a rock, and it burned with pure malevolence.

All she would have to do was release her hand. She released her hold on the bicycle and Ava promptly fell, giving out a shrill scream.

Jeannette felt a cold sense of satisfaction wash over her. Yes, she was a sadist, and it helped her control her urge to do more drastic things.

She made a big show of helping Ava up and consoling her while she actually wanted to throttle her neck. I wish I could run her over with a truck..... No, not now.

She'd have to wait. After all, every dog would have its day. And Jeannette would definitely have hers.