My Cousin Slapped My Eight-Year-Old Daughter and Said Our Family Never Needed a Girl—Then She Told Me to Ask Why My Father “Changed the Heir”
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Chapter 14 / 27
Chapter 14 - My own slap
Video showed exactly what I did.
Betsy was behind me.
Octavia had stopped.
I approached.
Hit her.
She fell into the banquet table.
Minor cuts from broken glass.
Bruising.
No serious head injury.
I accepted misdemeanor pretrial diversion.
Requirements:
Conflict-management program.
Community service.
No contact with Octavia except through counsel.
Successful completion:
Dismissal.
Some men around me considered that humiliating.
I did not.
Humiliation is a terrible reason to avoid accountability.
Betsy asked:
“Why you got class?”
“Because I hit Octavia after you were safe.”
“She hit me.”
“Yes.”
“Then equal?”
“No.”
“What?”
“The law is not a scoreboard.”
She thought about that.
Then:
May you like
“Still glad you came.”
That was enough.
