Heartstrings On Fire ( Jared and Anita )
Chapter 267

Chapter 267

Mamie was crouched in a corner, beaten down.

The lady strutted her stuff, I can’t fathom what my brother was thinking, adopting you, a burden. If they hadn’t rushed back to celebrate your birthday, they wouldn’t have died so early. Ivan’s a sap, always protecting you, a mongrel from God knows where.”

“I’m neither a burden, nor a mongrell Mamie suddenly shouted, her voice filled with rage.

The Bartley family should’ve never taken you in! You surviving that’s just your dumb luck”

Mamie gritted her teeth, I knew it. You were the one who pushed me off the roof that year.”

“So what if I pushed you off? You should’ve died when you were five, but you lucked out.”

Mamie’s expression changed drastically, Why are you doing this to me?”

“Why? Because of you, I lost my own daughter. How do you expect me to treat you? You should’ve been dead.”

“Antonia’s death wasn’t my fault. She was just going back with my parents. I lost my parents too. How can you blame this on me?”

“I don’t care! If it wasn’t for your birthday, they wouldn’t have gone back, and my daughter would still be alive. You’re just a bastard that cost the Bartley family three lives. This is what you owe me, owe the Bartley family.”

Mamie seemed to grow colder. I’ve always felt guilty towards you That’s why I put up with your abuse all these years. But when you pushed me off the roof, I already repaid the life I owed you. If you treat me like this again, I won’t show mercy”

The lady was livid, “Mamie, don’t forget who you are! You were just a starving beggar on the streets. Killing you would be as simple as squashing an ant, but I don’t want you dead now. I want to torment you, make you a star in public, but a servant to the Bartley family behind the scenes. I want to see how. you handle this fake wealth and glory.”

“Get out! Stay away from me!”

The lady strode over and grabbed Mamie’s hair, “You wench, I’ll teach you a lesson today! Ivan can protect you for now, but not forever.”

Suddenly, bang! The hospital room door was kicked open by Agnes.

She stepped forward, grabbed the lady’s wrist, and twisted it with all her strength.

A snap echoed through the room, followed by the lady’s scream of agony.

She lay on the ground in pain, pointing at Agnes, “Who are you? What have you done to my hand? You wench, what did you do to me?”

Agnes replied, “Nothing much, I just dislocated your arm.”

The lady’s face turned pale when she heard Agnes, “Do you know who I am? How dare you talk to me like that?”

“The Bartley family is the most historic and cultured of the Big Four. And you, Lara, are in charge of the Bartley family. People always thought that the lady

of the Bartley family was gentle and composed. Little did they know, you’re just a foul–mouthed woman who could inflict harm on a five–year–old. If everyone knew the truth, I wonder if they’d be disappointed, or perhaps re–evaluate you.”