<b>Chapter </b><b>90 </b>
Wendelyn was devastated. She never expected Ruth would turn on her in the blink of an eye, casting aside thele <b>years </b>of <b>family </b>Band and that her as <b>her </b>daughter.
Now that Wendelyn was no longer useful, Ruth didn’t even hesitate to abandon her. How ruthless and selfish she was<b>. </b>
The only person she could ever depend on had abandoned her. Wendelyn felt like she was trapped in a pit of despair<b>, </b><b>unable </b><b>to </b>climb <b>out</b>.
Clinging to herst hope, Wendelyn turned desperately to Jameson. “Dad,” she pleaded, “please, tell Shermaine to show mercy<b>. </b>I <b>truly </b>know I was wrong. I made a huge mistake!”
Jameson had always treated his adopted dau
ll, but only because she had been docile and sweet.
Now that her facade had been torn away, revealing her true nature, he paused before replying coldly, “Since you know you were wrong, you must <b>face </b><b>the </b>consequences. I’ll hire the bestwyer to defend you and minimize your suffering.”
Tears blurred Wendelyn’s vision. Seeing she had finally ceased struggling, the officers continued to escort her out.
Wendelyn lifted her head to look at Shermaine. d in that <b>snow</b>–white dress, she radiated untouchable elegance. ‘A swan will always be a swan<b>, </b>Wendelyn thought bitterly. ‘Even when lost, that truth never changes.
Standing right beside Shermaine was Lily, her own sister, regarding her with icy indifference. She showed none of the excitement or warmth she’d disyed when first discovering their sisterhood.
Right now, Wendelyn knew there was no way out.
For the rest of her life, she would be trapped in this darkness, with no hope of ever rising again.
The tale of the fake heiress plotting against the real one had finally concluded. And the ones hit hardest? Undoubtedly Ruth and <b>Roy</b><b>. </b>
Ruth quickly excused herself, saying she needed to use the restroom, and slipped away.
Everyone was absolutely floored by her reaction.
One moment, she was praising Wendelyn to the skies, gushing about how wonderful she was. But <b>the </b>next<b>, </b><b>she </b>tly dered, <b>“</b><b>You’re </b><b>no </b>daughter <b>of </b>
mine.”
Was Wendelyn’s entire existence just a trophy for her to show off<b>? </b>The moment she stopped being useful<b>, </b>Ruth discarded her like yesterday’s trash.
But Ruth wasn’t always like this.
Since when did she be so calcting and cruel?
Time could really change people.
As for Roy, he stood there dumbfounded. With all the evidenceid out before him<b>, </b>there was <b>no </b>denying it: Wendelyn really was that vicious, nothing like the kind, innocent girl he’d imagined.
“Henry, go ahead and p me,” Roy pleaded.
Henry didn’t hesitate–he pped Roy hard across the face.
The pnded with a sharp crack.
Roy hissed in pain. So it was Shermaine who was targeted and wronged all along. She was just defending herself<b>, </b><b>but </b><b>Roy </b>took her for some scherning,
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<b>calcting </b><b>woman</b>.
<b>The </b><b>thought </b><b>of </b><b>how </b>he’d badmouthed her <b>to </b><b>Joshua </b>andpared her <b>to </b>Wendelyn made him want to bawl his <b>eyes </b><b>out</b>. Just kill me already.
<b>choked </b>out.
<b>“</b><b>Do </b><b>it yourself</b><b>,” </b>Henry said coldly, without a shred of mercy.
Sniffling<b>, </b>Roy thought <b>to </b>himself, ‘Would it kill you to <b>just </bfort me?‘
<b>At </b><b>that </b>moment, Shermaine felt an overwhelming sense of relief wash over her. The pent–up frustration <b>she’d </b>been <b>carrying </b><b>for </b><b>so </b><b>long </b>finally dissipated.
Joshua handed her <b>a </b>ss of fruit wine. “Care for a drink?”
Shermaine took the ss.
The fruit wine was slightly sweet, but she liked it.
Joshua’s gaze darkened as he watched her drink without hesitation. “You trust me that much?” he asked.
In fact<b>, </b>she did trust him. It never crossed her mind that Joshua would try to hurt her; there was no conflicting interests between <b>us</b><b>, </b><b>and </b>besides, he wa the one who went out of his way to be nice to her.
Shermaine paused to think. Then, she said, “You’re a man of honor.”
A man of honor?
Joshua took a sip of his wine. No one had ever said such things before; Shermainé was the first.
A faint smile touched his lips as he said, “Don’t dwell too much <i>on </i>your parents‘ attitude earlier. After all, not everyone values family bonds <b>as </b><b>deeply </b><i>your </i>grandmother and brother do.”
“Mm,” Shermaine murmured.
Joshua was indeed a decent man; he even tried tofort her. But weren’t they in a sham marriage?”
She had felt that sense of disillusionment from the very beginning, so now she remained unruffled. That gentle, wise Ruth from her dreams couldn’t possibly be the cold woman standing before her.
As for Jameson, his heart belonged to his other family, and Shermaine was invisible to him. So, why should she care about him? Thankfully, she had brother and grandmother–their love was real. Even her uncle and little cousin brought genuine warmth,
The wine probably made Shermaine slightly <i>tipsy</i>. She narrowed her eyes as she teased, “What, feeling sorry for me now?”
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