The Wicked Female Is Wild and Scheming, Living in a Love Battlefield Every Day-Chapter 39: She Had It Coming

Luna Sutton had just fetched two buckets of water by the pond, and from a distance she saw someone sneakily eating her food.

She took a closer look and realized it was Quinn Morgan.

He was standing in front of the stove, continually reaching into several stone platters to grab food and stuff it into his mouth, eating with grease dripping everywhere.

He looked as if he hadn’t eaten in eight hundred years.

Luna Sutton narrowed her eyes, her expression turning cold.

This old brute, who frequently abused the original protagonist, now dares come and sneak her food—and not just sneak, but grab with his hands.

Disgusting and unsanitary, it was revolting.

She wore a stern face, approaching with the water buckets.

She placed the buckets heavily on the ground, producing a dull thud.

Quinn Morgan was enjoying his stolen snack too much to notice anyone approaching, and suddenly hearing the sound startled him greatly.

The food stuck in his throat, choking him, and after struggling to swallow it, he felt a bit better.

Turning around to look behind him, he saw Luna Sutton had somehow appeared standing behind him, watching him coldly.

Quinn Morgan felt a shiver of guilt at heart.

But recalling he was this girl’s Matron, the feeling of guilt dissipated instantly.

"You return without a sound; trying to scare your Matron to death?"

Quinn Morgan glared angrily at her, starting to berate immediately.

Luna Sutton looked at his guilty yet self-righteous demeanor and smirked coldly.

This old brute, stealing her food, yet claiming to be in the right?

She didn’t indulge Quinn Morgan, speaking coldly: "Who gave you permission to eat my food?"

Quinn Morgan heard this and was furious, pointing at her nose and cursing, "I’m your Matron; what’s wrong with eating some of your food? What’s with your attitude?"

Luna Sutton couldn’t help but laugh in anger, her eyes even colder.

This old brute, shameless? Doesn’t even consider how he treated the original protagonist, always scolding and hitting, even preventing Lyle Sutton and Mason Sutton from giving her beast skins and meat.

Clearly her biological mother, yet behaving like a stepmother.

Now he has the nerve to question her, relying on his big face?

She sneered coldly, tauntingly: "Since you know you’re my Matron, then let me ask how you usually treat me? Have you ever treated me like your daughter?"

Though the original protagonist was useless, it wasn’t an excuse to abuse her.

Quinn Morgan’s face alternated between green and white from her rebuke, angrily saying: "How have I not treated you as my daughter? If not, I’d have thrown you into the forest to feed the beasts long ago."

A mocking smile played on her lips; how shameless could this old brute be, speaking so righteously? Almost convinced her.

She chuckled coldly, sarcastically saying: "Well, I really should thank you—for not throwing me to the beasts and for all these years of ’care’"

She emphasized the word "care," dripping with sarcasm.

Quinn Morgan could obviously hear it and was instantly enraged: "Luna Sutton, what do you mean?"

She rolled her eyes, indifferent to Quinn Morgan’s anger, coldly said: "Exactly what it sounds like."

"You..."

Quinn Morgan’s face turned ashen with anger, wanting nothing more than to tear apart her mouth.

But recalling his purpose for coming, he swallowed the anger forcefully.

Yet his expression remained extremely unsightly, his gaze darkly fixed on her, gnashing his teeth: "I heard you used your ability to strike Mia flying last night, is it true?"

Luna Sutton immediately realized the old brute’s motive, here to settle score for Mia.

Her face turned colder, casually said: "She deserved it."

"You..."

Quinn Morgan shook with anger, raising his hand to slap her face viciously.

She coldly flashed her eyes, swiftly grabbing his wrist, voice icy: "Quinn Morgan, you’d better consider the consequences of delivering this slap."

Implying if the slap fell, she’d retaliate tenfold, a hundredfold.

Having his wrist seized felt like being clamped by a beast’s claw, pain whitening Quinn Morgan’s face.

He furiously looked up at Luna Sutton, meeting those cold, murderous eyes, a chill running through his heart.

When did this wretch become so terrifying?

Before, she greatly feared him, avoiding him, never daring to meet him like this.

Upside down!

Quinn Morgan’s anger intensified at this, hand aching terribly, couldn’t help but struggle, angrily said: "Luna Sutton, let go of me."

Luna Sutton didn’t let go; instead, tightened her grip, voice hauntingly said, "Quinn Morgan, I truly don’t understand. I am your daughter, yet time and again you defend Mia—is there a special relationship?"

Quinn Morgan’s complexion changed instantly, eyes flickered with panic.

But forced to act composed, furiously said: "What nonsense are you saying? How could Mia and I have any relationship? I just feel sorry for her being cute and motherless from childhood, giving her some care; stop slandering me."

Upon these words, his eyes flickered, evidently guilt-ridden.

Luna Sutton sneered inwardly, this old brute could really pretend.

Yet externally calm, said with a half-smile: "Really? Best be so, if I find your kindness to Mia is based on harming me, then don’t blame me for being unkind."

She initially intended to threaten the old brute with the secret, urging restraint.

But considering Quinn Morgan had many powerful beastmen lovers, if backed into a corner, might do something desperate.

She didn’t believe Quinn Morgan had much motherly feeling for her; if threatened, might commit murder.

Thinking so, she dismissed the idea.

Without absolute strength, best be cautious.

Quinn Morgan wasn’t aware of her thoughts but felt inexplicably guilty.

Especially facing those eyes hinting at knowledge, he felt the secret exposed.

He panicked internally but shouted with trembling strength: "Don’t try scaring me; I’m your Matron, how could I hurt you? You, daring to treat me so, I’ll tell your Father, let him discipline you well."

Luna Sutton heard this, her sneer deepened, "Go ahead, let’s see if Father believes you or me."

She finished, suddenly flinging Quinn Morgan’s hand disdainfully, used a stone bowl to fetch some water from the wooden bucket to wash hands, greasy through and through, even her hands covered in oil, revolting.

This action understandably made Quinn Morgan’s face even uglier.

But knowing he wouldn’t gain today, left a cold remark, "Watch how your Father deals with you."

Leaving with an angry face.

While departing, casting a longing glance at the stove’s half-eaten delicacies.

Thinking this wretch wouldn’t let him eat, ultimately walked away sullenly.

Luna Sutton watched Quinn Morgan’s departing figure, smiling coldly.

Old brute, really thought she’s still the original protagonist?

Though the original protagonist was lazy, gluttonous, and bad—timid and fearful, always afraid of this Matron.

She glanced at the stove’s few scattered, dirty, fingered dishes, eyes flashing revulsion.

This old brute, using hands to grab, truly disgusting.

Not eating these for sure, fearing Rhys Blackwood and others, knowing Quinn Morgan used hands, wouldn’t eat either.

Lucky the pot cooked bone broth mushroom soup, Rhys Blackwood’s group should return soon to drink.

If insufficient, just cook more at that time, tribe has ingredients anyway.