?Chapter 321:
“Christina… Can’t you forgive us?” Liza asked, her voice cracking.
Christina’s expression hardened. “Did you ever consider that I might die when you heartlessly threw me into that brutal training camp overseas?” She paused, her voice thick with emotion. Back then, she had walked the edge of death more than once. Her adoptive parents hadn’t sent her there to be trained. They had simply wanted to dispose of her quietly, viewing her as a burden.
Liza froze, her act faltering for a moment before sheposed herself and slipped back into her maniptive role. Telltale redness clung to her eyes, unshed tears turning her gaze into something achingly sorrowful, as if she were truly upset by Christina’s coldness.
“Christina, you took everything the wrong way. That training camp wasn’t meant to break you. Your father and I sent you there to shape you into someone better. Only by building your resilience could you grow stronger. Then—and only then—could we feel assured cing the Jones family legacy in your hands.” Liza’s voice carried the weight of mock earnestness, painting her decision as purely instrumental for Christina’s growth, as if sending Christina off to that brutal camp hadn’t been a merciless act aimed at getting rid of her quietly.
A sharp, bitterugh escaped Christina. “That’s your story now? Wow.”
“Christina, believe me, we only wanted the best for you. You’re the one we chose among the children waiting for adoption. Of course, we love you. Some families in Lorbridge send their children to those camps as well,” Liza replied, her tears suddenly slipping free and tracing glistening paths down her cheeks.
Anyone watching would have been moved by Liza’s convincing disy. The sorrow in her eyes, paired with the gentle weight of her supposed good intentions, had a way of drawing others in. To every onlooker, her expression alone could stir pity and make her seem entirely meless.
Spectators at the scene quickly began to murmur, forming their own conclusions as fingers pointed in Christina’s direction.
“How could you refuse to acknowledge your parents’ good intentions like this? Don’t you see everything they’ve done for you?”
“Talk about ungratefulness. Despite being solely an adopted child, she’s been given so much love and resources, and yet she’s still not satisfied.”
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“Honestly, it’s rare enough for adoptive parents to even consider letting an adopted child inherit the family business. What more do you want from them? Your ingratitude is infuriating.”
“If I were in her mother’s shoes, I wouldn’t nce her way, let alone talk to her. Letting her run the family’s business? She’d probably abandon her parents in their old age.”
“Ma’am, if you want my opinion, why bother considering handing the business to your adopted daughter? If there’s truly no one in the family to take it on, why not just let me run it instead? I’d make sure you were looked after when you’re gone.”
“Ha-ha! I am also game for running the business for you. At least, I will treat you better than your ungrateful daughter ever did!”
Hearing the jeers, Christina’s lips curled up mockingly. To her, their words were nothing short of ridiculous. They weren’t the ones living her life and hadn’t gone through what she had endured. So, how could they possibly grasp the kind of hopelessness that came with being thrown into that cruel training camp, left to fend for herself and fight for survival every single day? Did they really think she couldn’t tell? As if the shift in her adoptive parents’ demeanor had gone unnoticed. Before Yvonne was born, her adoptive parents had oncevished her with affection, and that fleeting period remained the rare days she had received kindness from them.
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