"Connie, you're talking nonsense!"

Christina was silent for a while. She didn’t know how to describe her feelings, her heart poundingrapidly in a semblance to her present shocking and frightening mood.

Her mind went blank as numerous thoughts exploded into a mess.

Christina resisted and retorted loudly with all her might, "Connie, you're talking rubbish!"

"I'm talking rubbish? Hahaha..." Connie burst into ferocious laughter in despair, "Donald Dickens, tellher, is Christina that little bastard your daughter?”

"Tell her, tell her yourself that Christina is a bastard that no one knows who her father is!" Connieroared outrageously.

Donald was still sitting on the dining table chair, his face morbidly pale and his lips purple. Hestared at them with wide eyes and breathed rapidly. Betty seemed to be unable to control heremotions as tears trickled down her cheeks and she pleaded, "Stop it, Connie, please stop.”

"Why should I stop?”

Seeing that Donald over there remained quiet, Connie couldn't stifle the resentment she hadsuppressed for many years and allowed it to break out. She jabbered to scold him like a demondemanding her debts.

"Donald, I've been married to you for so many years, and I'm already your legitimate wife, butyou've been so focused on protecting that bitch Mary and her daughter. What do you take me for? Idid marry you for money, but what else did I do wrong? You saw Mary push me down the stairs withyour own eyes. You watched her kill my child!"

Seemingly bereaved of her sanity, Connie grabbed the decorative vases and photo frames in theliving room and smashed them on the floor.

"You, all of you, gave that bitch a good reputation in the end. But what about me? I'm your mistress;I destroy other people's families, but what's wrong with my child? My son is innocent. But you werewith me to infuriate Mary!"

She growled a series of abuse, her heavily made-up face covered with tears.

"Donald, you're the one that is mad! You killed your own flesh and blood, yet you let this bastardcall you dad..."

"Enough! Shut up!"

Donald's face was still pallid. He raised his head with difficulty and looked at Connie, who burst intowailing, and he held his breath trying to stop her from making a fuss.

Christina sat opposite Donald with a stiff face as the indignant voices kept echoing in her ears.

"No! Not enough!”

Connie's voice was hoarse and hateful.

"Donald, let me tell you, I haven't settled old scores with you. That's what Mary's owed me, andwhat you've owed me!"

Her heavy makeup was smudged, leaving the tears on her face even more sinister and terrifying.She cursed like a madwoman, "My son is dead! How can Mary's daughter survive?"

When Donald heard this, he was about to say something, but a sharp pain in his heart seized him.He covered his left chest with his right hand and lowered his head to gasp.

Christina sensed something wrong with him and instinctively stood up and walked towards him.

But Connie suddenly trotted towards them and grabbed her. "Christina, did I scare you by sayingthese today?" Her footsteps grew increasingly faster, and she became more and more impatient.Christina tensed instinctively. But as soon as she turned her head, Connie was already standingbehind her like a ghost. Her brightly painted nails were shining horribly scarlet under the fluorescentlight overhead, and her fingers fiercely clutched Christina's jaw to raise her head.

Connie lowered her head and laughed hysterically again as if she didn't care about anythinganymore. "I also want to tell you another thing. That year when you were in high school, you gotkidnapped and almost raped by a few village bumpkins ... I paid them to do it. Do you stillremember?”

Christina was pinched by her on the chin and looked at Connie's gloomy face. Her eyes widenedlittle by little as she recalled that scene in the past. The night was dirty, dark, and murky...

Connie's voice beside her ear became more and more shrill and creepy. "I was watching by the side.You were blindfolded, your clothes torn to pieces, and those old men with rough skin and presseddown on you like wolves. You were scared, weren't you? I heard you cry and scream...”

"Christina, why don't you die? Mary killed my son. Why don't you die!"

Christina froze. Connie yelled at her in fiery hysterics, as that terrible memory flooded into her mind.That year, the accident was hastily put to an end. When the police found those bandits, they werealready corpses. The case involved some special people, and it implicated too many and dated backso many years, so now even Charles and the others couldn't figure out any clues.

The incident happened in C City, and the Dickens family at that time was in the ascendant. After all,it was a case involving a Miss Dickens and closely related to her reputation, so Christina hadsupposed that it was Donald pressured to conceal it taking into account the face of the Dickensfamily.

But it turned out to be for the sake of protecting Connie.

Christina had never anticipated that Connie had arranged the terrible kidnapping, nor did she knowthat someone's hatred could be so terrible. Her life seemed to be deceived by one lie after another.Betty, who was standing on the other side, was also stunned in shock. Of course, she knew aboutChristina's accident at her high school graduation, but she was also oblivious to Connie'sinvolvement.

Betty was seething with rage. "Connie, you said you had a miscarriage and your child was innocent,but how could you do harm to Christina? She's innocent too. You're a demon!"

"She is innocent? She has taken the false title of the daughter of the Dickens family and enjoyedeveryone's love. Why, how could this bastard deserve it?"

There was a fierce look in Connie's eyes, especially when she looked at Christina's face since hereyes resembled Mary's so much, leaving Connie writhed in a disruptive hatred.

"Christina, you think it's pitiful for you to leave the Dickens family to live with Betty. It's nothing!"Connie's eyes glared wide open and were filled with resentment. She grabbed Christina's shoulderswith both hands and shook her, scolding her. "You've been living well for so many years, but me?Donald forced me to be operated on to remove my uterus. I won't be able to become a mother forthe rest of my life. Are you pathetic, Christina? You're so fortunate that I feel jealous and I want youto die!"

Connie's face was ominously somber. With a sudden force, she pushed Christina to the corner of thewall, leading to her back hitting hard with a loud bang, but Christina was stricken dumb and did notmove.

Connie suddenly turned her head. "Donald, you did so much for that bitch Mary. There's one thing Ihaven't told you. In fact, she argued with you in a fury that day because of this silver necklace...”She took out an ordinary-looking wave-decorated silver necklace from her coat pocket. Theincandescent light shone on the old silver necklace swaying in the air as if it had transferred peopleback to the past in an instant.

Donald looked up at the very familiar silver necklace and his eyes widened in shock as countlessprevious memories sprung up in his mind.

This was the necklace Mary had been treasuring. She had to wear it every day until one day, thenecklace was gone.

Connie clearly identified the affection and focus in Donald's eyes at this moment. She suddenlyroared with laughter again, her eyeliner melted, rendering two lines of black tears falling from herface. Her frantic grin was hideous and vicious.

"Mary said that you took her necklace. She quarreled with you, had a cold war with you and she saidthat she hated you... You really want to replace it for her, don't you? And you know very well that thisnecklace was gifted to her as a love token by the eldest young master of the Hopkins family at thattime, Victor. Donald Dickens, you useless coward!"

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