The Secret Heir Return To Wealth And Love
Chapter 1721

Chapter 1721

Calvert angrily shouted at Kelly, pointing a finger straight at her.

"Dad, Tomas brought it on himself, and you're blaming me for it?" Kelly asked, replaceing it hard to accept.

"What do you mean, 'he brought it on himself'? It was Jacob who set him up!" Calvert bellowed, clutching his chest and collapsing onto the couch.

Kelly was completely taken aback.

What followed was her desperate call to Jacob.

"What will it take for you to leave my family alone? They had no part in this! My father genuinely loved Erica, I was the one causing trouble! Please, spare them!" Kelly broke down, sobbing uncontrollably.

"I want you to give up everything you have, leave the Shields family and live on the streets, begging for survival" What Kelly valued most was her pride, wasn't it?

So he would crush her, burying her pride forever!

"Jacob, you are crazy!" Kelly was in utter disbelief.

Asking her to beg was worse than asking her to die!

"It's fine, you can die. Within a couple of months, your father, brothers, husband and child will be homeless, begging and wandering just like you' Kelly's ears were buzzing.

"You have... three minutes to decide. After that, I'm changing my mind." Jacob said slowly.

Kelly gripped her phone tightly, "Jacob, is it all my fault that you and Erica broke up?" "Don't worry, no one's getting away.' Jacob replied, his tone laced with amusement.

This sent chills down Kelly's spine.

Three minutes was too short a time.

Kelly had no choice.

Through gritted teeth, she agreed, "Jacob, don't hurt my family anymore!"

Kelly glanced at Calvert.

He had a stern expression, turning his head away to avoid her gaze.

With a bitter smile, Kelly put down her phone and, filled with humiliation, walked towards the front door. Jacob had someone watch Kelly.

They kicked her out of the affluent neighborhood and dumped her in a sium where the homeless gathered. She was too gorgeously dressed.

On the very same day, they forcefully stripped off her designer clothes.

They replaced them with clothes reeking of filth.

At night, she found a corner that she thought was safe.

But soon after, a man, reeking of filth, harassed her.

No matter how much she screamed and begged, she couldn't escape.

She suddenly remembered a time, over a decade ago.

Erica, with tears streaking her face and ragged clothes, standing before her.

When the hardship finally fell upon her, Kelly finally felt regret.

If she hadn't done those things, how much could Erica, an illegitimate daughter, really outshine her?

The major families wouldn't want a woman of her birth.

The minor families wouldn't care about her.

Her father would've likely married her off as a tool of alliance.

No matter what, she wouldn't have ended up like this.

But what's done was done, she couldn't take it back.

Kelly was now stuck in the filthy, chaotic, disorderly slums.

Her pride gradually faded away under the weight of hunger and the abuses of men.

Jacob's people watched her for six long months.

Once they saw her slowly turning into a madwoman in the corners of the city.

Jacob ordered them to leave.