Miranda cried out, "Auntie, auntie, she's slandering me. I'm innocent, I didn't! I really didn't!"
Completely devastated by the accusations, Miranda didn't know what to say and could only keep proclaiming her innocence. She knew all too well that that wealthy families cared about not only a girl's background but also her character. If they believed what Quintessa had said, she could forget about her dreams of marrying into the Lott family forever.
No matter what how eloquently Miranda spoke now, with that diagnosis and Quintessa's convincing assertions, Jerome's parents would never trust her again.
Fiona, looking at the medical report, was so angry her makeup seemed about to cracked. She had liked Miranda, considering her good family background and how she always tried to please her. Fiona had even stopped her son from breaking up with Miranda before.
But now, this years-old diagnosis was a blatant slap in her face. She had thought Miranda was at least a lady, if not an heiress, only to replace out she had such a scandalous history.
Nathan's face darkened with fury as he scolded Jerome, "Look what kind of person you've brought into our family, a complete mess nearly entered the Lott family. Get rid of her now. I don't let me see her again."
Jerome smirked, "I wanted to break up, but you were the ones who stopped me."
Hearing about Miranda's glorious past, Jerome felt nothing but disgust, which was, ironically, a relief. He was finally able to get rid of this woman.
Yet, the thought of having been in a relationship with Miranda for three years and being her 20th-or possibly more-boyfriend made Jerome feel sick. Just one place at Miranda made him feel disgusted. Quintessa, observing their disgusted expressions, finally felt a sense of vengeance.
The most vulnerable member of the Young family was Miranda. By isolating the Young couple, there was no one to support Miranda, making it easier to bring her down. Against the Young family, Quintessa knew better than to rush in headfirst. Picking them off one by one was her strategy.
Miranda, clutching at Jerome's sleeve, begged desperately, "Jerome, Jerome, please don't leave. I've had boyfriends before, but not nearly as many as Quintessa claims. You know what kind of person she is, she's a liar, she's doing this out of revenge. Jerome, I love you, I really do, please forgive me. Please."
Quintessa's smile was sweet as she had never seen Miranda so humble and desperate. It was truly satisfying.
Jerome, without any sympathy, pulled away and called over two security guards, "Ms. Young is ill, take her to the hospital immediately." It was actually just a command to hurriedly drag her away. He had grown to detest Miranda to the extreme.
Miranda, her makeup running with tears, mascara and eyeliner mixing and streaming down her face, looked both ludicrous and pitiable as she cried out, "Jerome, Jerome."
As the two security guards dragged Miranda away, she turned and shouted, "Quintessa, you wretch, I won't let you get away with this!"
Quintessa waved at her, "Take care, sister. Don't worry about your hubby, I'll take good care of him for you."
Miranda, you loved Jerome I would make sure he wouldn't love you;
You wanted to marry into the Lott family-I would make sure you wouldn't get your wish.
You enjoyed the wealth of the Young family-I would make sure the Young family went bankrupt.
You've had a bright and shining life for over 20 years; it's time for the curtain to fall, leaving you with darkness to savor, with much more to come.
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