Her tears almost fell. Meredith knew her mother’s condition well. It would not be strange for her to pass
out and vomit blood after being locked up for the past few days. Ysabelle suddenly laughed, “Meredith,
I have long passed your mother’s issue to Josiah to handle. If he doesn’t want your mother to live, what
can I do?”
Josiah, Josiah. It was Josiah again. Meredith clenched her fists tightly, filled with hatred. Ysabelle’s
laughter continued. “Meredith, do you know why Josiah wants your mother dead? Because he knows
that your mother is the bone marrow donor for that bastard child of yours. He doesn’t want that little
bastard to live.”
Meredith’s legs turn to jelly. She slumped onto a chair behind her.
How did Josiah even know that her mother was Nia’s bone marrow donor? How! Has he looked so
detailed into her because he wanted her and Nia to die?
When she heard the sound of the phone dropping, Ysabelle knew that Meredith had lost it. She walked
out from the corner and glanced at Meredith before heading inside smugly.
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