My voice fell t as I stared at Sharon. She really was trying to y the grieving mother.
<i>“</i><i>Tell </i>me something… ‘<i>mother</i>‘. Do <i>they </i><i>know </i><i>the </i>truth<i>?</i><i>” </i><fnddf6> This content belongs to find?novel</fnddf6>
Sharon squinted her eyes at me. Her face contorting to an ugly expression.
“<i>What </i>truth<i>? </i><i>I </i><i>have </i><i>no </i><i>idea </i><i>what </i><i>nonsense </i><i>you’re </i><i>trying </i><i>to </i><i>spew</i><i>!</i><i>” </i>
Calvin suddenly spoke up again.
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<i>“</i><i>Grd</i><i>! </i><i>Stop </i><i>this</i><i>! Your </i><i>mother </i><i>was </i><i>devasted the </i><i>night </i><i>you </i><i>were </i><i>taken </i><i>from </i><i>us</i>! <i>How </i><i>could </i><i>you </i><i>be </i><i>so </i><i>cruel</i><i>!</i><i>” </i>
<i>Hahahah</i>!!!!
I began tough hysterically. He really didn’t know the truth. Growing frustrated, Calvin began to frantically yell.
“<i>What’s </i>so <i>funny</i><i>! </i><i>You </i><i>think </i><i>your </i><i>mother’s </i><i>pain </i><i>is </i><i>funny</i><i>!</i><i>” </i>
I wiped theugh tears from eyes, my face going back to stoic; I sneered at Calvin’s question.
“<i>Actually</i>, I <i>find </i><i>it </i><i>funny </i><i>she </i><i>was </i>so ‘<i>torn </i><i>up</i><i>….</i><i>especially </i><i>considering</i>…<i>she’s </i><i>the </i><i>reason </i><i>I </i><i>was </i><i>taken </i><i>in </i><i>the </i><i>first </i><i>ce</i>. Or <i>did </i><i>you </i><i>not </i><i>know</i><i>?</i><i>” </i>
Calvin’s face twisted in a confused expression.
“What <i>are </i>you <i>saying</i><i>?</i><i>” </i>
Sigh. “<i>I’m </i><i>saying </i>your <i>precious </i><i>wife </i><i>ordered </i><i>your </i>henchman to murder me in order to cover up an affair.”
GASPS!!!!!!!!!!!!!
The crowd began to erupted as my words filled the room like a hollow hole.
“<i>THAT’S </i>A <i>LIE</i>!!!!!!!!”
Sharon yelled out frantically as Noah held her steady. The color was nowpletely gone from her
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“Grd! <i>Stop </i>it!!! <i>Why </i><i>would </i>you <i>say </i><i>such </i>a <i>cruel </i>thing about <i>mother</i><i>!!!</i><i>” </i>
Noah yelled.
“<i>You’ve </i><i>really </i>gone too <i>far </i><i>Grd</i>.”
Olivia sobbed as Jonathan held her in his arms.
As the crowd gossiped in shock, some even pulled out their phones to record this cynical mess.
<i>“</i>I’m not <i>the </i><i>one who’s </i><i>been </i><i>lying</i>. <i>Your </i><i>precious </i><i>mother </i><i>has </i><i>been </i><i>lying </i><i>for </i><i>over </i><i>20 </i><i>years</i>.<i>” </i>
Calvin looked over at Sharon, her face was ghostly white.
<i>“</i><i>Sharon</i><i>…</i><i>what </i><i>is </i><i>she </i><i>talking </i><i>about</i><i>? </i><i>Why </i><i>would </i>she <i>say </i><i>something </i><i>like </i><i>that</i><i>? </i><i>It’s </i><i>not </i><i>true</i>…<i>right</i><i>?</i><i>” </i>
Tears began to fall down Sharon’s face as she shook her head. Calvin became furious. He walked up and grabbed Sharon by the shoulders; shaking her frantically.
<i>“</i><i>WHO </i><i>WAS </i><i>IT</i><i>!!! </i><i>Who </i><i>was the </i><i>son</i>–<i>of</i><i>–</i><i>a</i><i>–</i><i>bitch </i><i>you </i><i>betrayed </i><i>me </i>for<i>!!! </i><i>Tell </i><i>me</i>!!!”
Sharon continued to cry but said nothing.
<i>“</i><i>Benard </i><i>Thorton</i><i>.</i><i>” </i>
Calvin looked at Sharon with a despaired expression. I cared nothing about his hurt feelings.
He then turned to me slowly; his face filled with rage. His voice was shaking.
“B–Benard Thor<i>….</i><i>that </i><i>couldn’t </i><i>be </i><i>true</i>. <i>He’s </i><i>always </i><i>been </i><i>loyal</i><i>.</i>”
I stared at Calvin as he stood in denial. After looking back at Sharon, he began to yell again.
“<i>You</i><i>…</i>you bitch!!! <i>You’ve </i><i>been </i><i>having </i>an <i>affair </i><i>with </i>Benard!!! <i>This </i><i>whole </i>time!!!”
Sharon ran towards Calvin; her voice filled with pain as she sobbed. Frantically grabbing his hands, she tried to exin.
<i>“</i><i>Calvin</i>…honey…let me exin-”
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<i>“</i><i>Exin</i>!!! <i>EXPLAIN</i><i>!!!! </i><i>You’ve </i><i>had </i><i>his </i><i>bastard </i><i>child </i>in <i>our </i>house <i>for </i><i>the </i><i>past </i><i>seven </i><i>years-</i>”
<i>“</i>I’m not <i>a </i><i>bastard </i><i>child</i><i>.</i><i>” </i>
Calvin turned towards me. His face bloodshot red.
“<i>What do </i>you mean? <i>You </i><i>just </i>said-”
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<i>“</i><i>I </i><i>said </i><i>she </i><i>ordered </i><i>my </i><i>execution </i><i>to </i>HIDE <i>her </i><i>affair</i>. <i>She </i><i>wasn’t </i>sure <i>whose </i><i>child </i><i>I </i><i>was</i>; <i>but </i>she <i>didn’t </i>want <i>to </i><i>take </i><i>any </i><i>chances </i><i>in </i><i>the </i><i>event </i><i>your </i><i>mother </i><i>ordered </i><i>a </i><i>paternity </i><i>test</i><i>. </i><i>You </i><i>know</i><i>…</i><i>me </i>being a <i>girl </i>
and all<i>.</i><i>” </i>
Calvin’s brows lowered, relief on his face.
<i>“</i><i>So</i>…so <i>you are </i>my <i>daughter</i><i>?</i><i>” </i>
<i>“</i><i>Biologically</i><i>. </i>Yes.”
I answered tly. I could see the relief fill Calvin’s eyes. Suddenly, Brian scoffed.
“<i>So </i><i>you </i><i>put </i><i>us </i><i>through </i><i>all </i><i>of </i><i>this </i>for <i>nothing</i>! <i>You </i><i>tried </i><i>to </i><i>destroy </i><i>mother</i><i>! </i><i>You </i><i>wretched</i><i>….</i>even <i>if </i><i>you </i><i>share </i><i>our </i>blood<i>! </i><i>You’ll </i><i>never </i><i>be </i><i>a </i><i>Rochester</i><i>!!!</i><i>” </i>
Iughed hysterically at the irony. With a sardonic smile, I sneered at Brian.
“OUR <i>blood</i><i>? </i>‘<i>Our</i><i>‘</i><i>….</i><i>oh </i><i>Brian</i><i>…</i><i>Didn’t </i><i>you </i><i>know</i><i>?</i><i>” </i>
Brain’s face began to pale.
<i>“</i><i>Know </i>what<i>? </i><i>What </i><i>are </i><i>you </i><i>running </i><i>your </i><i>mouth </i><i>about </i><i>now</i><i>!</i><i>” </i>
I chuckled.
“There’s a reason <i>why </i><i>your </i><i>mother </i>was so convinced <i>I </i>was <i>Thorton’s </i>child.”
Sharon ran forward.
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<i>“</i><i>Grd</i>!!! <i>Stop </i>it!!!<i>” </i>
Brian stared at me with a harden gaze, but I wasn’t backing down. I looked past Sharon and straight
at Brian.
<i>“</i><i>I </i><i>may </i><i>not </i><i>be </i><i>Thorton’s </i><i>bastard</i><i>….</i><i>but </i><i>you </i><i>are</i>…”
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“Burn those who burned me!”