Raising My Trash Ability into a Broken SSS+ Rank Skill Chapter 545 Bitch

Upon opening the door, Vritra was met with a scrawny woman whose expression was twisted into an ugly, irritated scowl.

With her dark hair and a complexion marred by large pores and acne, she was far from pleasant to look at. Her arrogant demeanor only served to make her appearance more repulsive.

"What do you want?" Vritra asked. He found the woman's behavior peculiar, wondering if there was a crisis or if she simply always looked that miserable.

The woman seemed taken aback to see Vritra, but her frown quickly deepened as she snapped a question at him.

"Hmph! Is Teresa in there?"

As she spoke, she tried to peer past him into the room.

"She is. Why are you looking for her?" Vritra pulled the door shut slightly, positioning his body to completely obstruct her view of the interior.

"I am Sakshi, her sister-in-law," she declared haughtily.

"Oh? You aren't a servant? So you're Shen's wife, then? Why have you come back?" The small amount of courtesy Vritra had initially shown vanished instantly, though he hadn't offered much to begin with.

"W-What?!! A servant? How dare you speak to me that way! I am the wife of this family's monarch! Who do you think you're talking to!" she shrieked, her temper exploding.

Vritra merely rolled his eyes. Feeling a soft nudge against his back, he turned to find Teresa standing behind him.

"Hmm?" he hummed, giving her a questioning look.

"Let me handle this. She's... well, she has quite a temper," Teresa whispered, looking distressed. It was clear she wanted to shield Vritra from this unpleasantness.

"Don't worry about it. Go get cleaned up, I'll deal with her," Vritra replied, offering a comforting smile to his stunningly beautiful wife.

Teresa hesitated. She was well-aware of how malicious her sister-in-law could be; Sakshi was the primary reason her life had been so difficult lately.

"You! Come out here this instant! How dare your husband treat me with such disrespect! Have you forgotten your place since the wedding? You wench, get out here!" Sakshi bellowed, acting as though she were royalty and everyone else was dirt beneath her boots.

She carried herself as if she were the pinnacle of grace and wisdom, expecting total submission from everyone around her.

Quietly, Vritra stepped out into the hall and pulled the door shut behind him.

"Now, what were you saying?" he asked, a faint, cold smile playing on his lips.

"Tell that girl to come out. I gave her tasks to finish. Tsk! That blind wench clearly doesn't understand her plac—"

Vritra's right hand blurred through the air, and then...

SLAAPPP

The force of the blow echoed down the corridor, sending the woman flying through the air.

She tumbled several times before her head slammed into the wall. A thick smear of blood marked the stone as her body slumped toward the floor.

The noise drew several guards to the scene. They stared in disbelief at the woman lying face-down in an undignified heap, a crimson pool slowly expanding around her head.

However, given her level of strength, a strike like that wasn't likely to be fatal.

Internal satisfaction rippled through the guards. They had never understood how such a petty, venomous woman had managed to marry into the family, nor how a composed and gifted youth like Rich could be her offspring.

She was universally loathed; not a single soul in the Ford family held any affection for her.

A dozen guards stood in silence, secretly wishing she would stay down. Their hopes were dashed, however, when her limbs began to twitch.

She rolled over, looking dazed for a few seconds as her brain struggled to process the impact. Once reality set in, her eyes burned with renewed fury.

Wiping blood from her face, she struggled to sit up, even as the world spun around her.

"Y-You bastard! You dared to strike me? Do you have any idea what you've done? Don't think being married to that bl— that woman will protect you from the consequences!"

Her entire frame trembled with a mixture of agony and rage.

Scrambling to her feet, she began to shriek at the top of her lungs, demanding the guards seize him and calling for reinforcements.

"Why are you just standing there watching? Arrest this criminal! I'll make him suffer for this! Ugh, look at all this blood! How could you lay a hand on a woman?"

The throbbing in her head and cheek only fueled her malice.

No one had ever dared to touch her like this. Even Sir Giant usually ignored her, and the monarch himself often stepped aside to avoid her wrath.

In her mind, Art Yates was already a dead man. She would ensure his execution, regardless of whether it left Teresa a widow. A man like him could not be permitted to breathe.

"..." The guards remained frozen. Vritra was technically family now, and unlike Sakshi, they had witnessed his terrifying power at the wedding.

He was a monster who could make a lord vanish in the blink of an eye. What were they supposed to do against him?

"You useless trash! Is this a mutiny? I'll have you all executed! I'll have your families slaughtered for treason! SHENNNNNN!! GET OVER HERE RIGHT NOW!!" she screamed hysterically.

The guards exchanged nervous glances. They were trapped between two deaths: a quick end by Vritra's hand or a slow execution for their families later.

With trembling steps, they began to close in on Vritra.

"Sigh. Just stay where you are," Vritra commanded lazily, waiting for her supposed "help" to arrive.

Suddenly, the guards found themselves unable to move. No matter how much they struggled, they couldn't take another step forward.

Seconds ticked by. Vritra stood with his arms crossed, contemplating whether he should just end her life then and there.

He restrained himself for the moment. He needed to find out if she had ever physically harmed Teresa. If she had, a quick death would be far too merciful.

"Tess, don't worry. Just get ready. We're leaving this place soon," Vritra called out, sensing his wife's anxiety through the door.

He could feel her inner turmoil. Teresa possessed the power to kill both Sakshi and Shen easily, but her heart was too gentle. She couldn't bring herself to cause pain to others.

Vritra intended to rectify that weakness, no matter how long it took.

"Hah! You think you're escaping? You're going to be buried right here, and she'll be punished for your sins as well!" Sakshi sneered, her face contorted with malice.

The commotion soon drew a crowd. Shen, Sir Giant, Rich, and a swarm of guards rushed to the second floor, only to be met with a bizarre sight.

Vritra stood there with total composure, the guards were paralyzed with fear, and on the opposite side—

"What happened? How did you get hurt like this?" Shen cried out, horrified by his wife's appearance.

Blood flowed freely from her head, her right cheek was swollen into a purple knot, and her nose looked badly mangled.

The floor and walls were stained with her blood.

"Shen! This monster attacked me just because I asked him to get Teresa! Sob... look at what he did to me!" she wailed, rushing toward him with crocodile tears.

'Quite the actress...' Vritra thought, watching the drama unfold with dark amusement as he waited for the others to move.

"H-He hit you too?!" Shen stammered, his hand instinctively going to his own face. He remembered all too well the slaps Vritra had dealt him before.

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