"Connie, you're talking nonsense!"
Christina was silent for a while.She didn't know how to describe her feelings, her heart pounding rapidly
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, tell her, 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!"
Connie roared outrageously.
Donald was still sitting on the dining table chair, his face morbidly pale and his lips purple.He stared at
them with wide eyes and breathed rapidly.
Betty seemed to be unable to control her emotions 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 had
suppressed for many years and allowed it to break out.She jabbered to scold him like a demon
demanding her debts.
"Donald, I've been married to you for so many years, and I'm already your legitimate wife, but you've
been so focused on protecting that bitch Mary and her daughter.What do you take me for? I did marry
you for money, but what else did I do wrong? You saw Mary push me down the stairs with your own
eyes, You watched her kill my child!"Seemingly bereaved of her sanity, Connie grabbed the decorative
vases and photo frames in the living 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 were with
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 bastard call
you dad..."
"Enough! Shut up!"
Donald's face was still pallid.
He raised his head with difficulty and looked at Connie, who burst into wailing, 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, and what
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 saying these 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 standing behind her like a ghost.
Her brightly painted nails were shining horribly scarlet under the fluorescent light 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 anything anymore.
"I also want to tell you another thing.That year when you were in high school, you got kidnapped and
almost raped by a few village bumpkins ...I paid them to do it.Do you still remember?"
Christina was pinched by her on the chin and looked at Connie's gloomy face.
Her eyes widened little 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 pressed down 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 were already corpses.
The case involved some special people, and it implicated too many and dated back so 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 had
supposed that it was Donald pressured to conceal it taking into account the face of the Dickens family.
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 know that
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 about Christina's accident at her high school graduation, but she was also
oblivious to Connie's involvement.
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 enjoyed
everyone'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 her eyes
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 shoulders
with 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 for the rest of my life.Are you pathetic, Christina? You're so
fortunate that I feel jealous and I want you to die!"
Connie's face was ominously somber.
With a sudden force, she pushed Christina to the corner of the wall, leading to her back hitting hard
with a loud bang, but Christina was stricken dumb and did not move.
Connie suddenly turned her head.
"Donald, you did so much for that bitch Mary.There's one thing I haven'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.
The incandescent light shone on the old silver necklace swaying in the air as if it had transferred
people back to the past in an instant.
Donald looked up at the very familiar silver necklace and his eyes widened in shock as countless
previous memories sprung up in his mind.
This was the necklace Mary had been treasuring.
She had to wear it every day until one day, the necklace was gone.
Connie clearly identified the affection and focus in Donald's eyes at this moment.She suddenly roared
with laughter again, her eyeliner melted, rendering two lines of black tears falling from her face.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 said
that she hated you...You really want to find it for her, don't you? And you know very well that this
necklace was gifted to her as a love token by the eldest young master of the Hopkins family at that
time, Victor.Donald Dickens, you useless coward!"
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