Chapter 549


    Arabe grabbed Olga''s hair fiercely, just like how Olga treated Grace back then, making her actions


    even more ruthless.


    "You treated Grandma like this, didn''t you?"


    Arabe held her hair with one hand, pped her harshly with the other, and then shoved her away


    with force.


    Olga''s body hit the wall; the pain was so intense she couldn''t even muster a scream.


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    That''s exactly how she pped Grace and then pushed her, causing Grace''s back to smash against


    the bed''s headboard.


    Olga didn''t expect Arabe toe today to recreate the "crime scene." She was so scared she


    wanted to call for help: "Help me, is anyone there?"


    Arabe suddenly turned her head, and one of her men immediately covered Olga''s mouth.


    Just like how Olga covered Grace''s mouth back then.


    Olga struggled to breathe. She fought hard but couldn''t resist the man''s strength.


    "How does it feel to suffocate?" Arabe asked coldly.


    Olga didn''t expect this girl to be like a devil, devoid of humanity!


    "Now you can experience how Grandma felt before she died."


    Arabe leaned against the bed, watching Olga about to suffocate, and then her man let go of Olga,


    allowing her to gasp for air before covering her mouth again. This cycle continued.


    Olga struggled; she wanted to call for help, but Arabe pulled out her phone and waved it in her hand.


    "You want it?"


    In despair, Olga looked at the phone in Arabe''s hand, trying to grab it, but Arabe''s man wouldn''t let


    her have it so easily.


    "You want it? Well, you''re not getting it." Arabe said it coldly.


    After being tortured by Arabe for a while, Olga sat on the ground, gasping heavily and feeling like her


    brain was about to be deprived of oxygen.


    She wanted to call for help, but not a sound coulde out of her throat. She remembered the image


    of Grace suffocating; Grace must have felt the same, both furious and desperate.


    "Admit your crimes, reflect in prison, be a good person, and stop doing evil things."


    Arabe finished, and seeing her not responding, she said coldly again, "Can''t you hear me? Are you


    deaf?"


    Instinctively, Olga covered her ears, afraid Arabe would yank her ears like she did with Grace''s.


    Arabe noticed her quick reaction: "You think you can escape?"


    "Arabe, what the hell do you want?"


    "How many times Grandma was beaten, how much she suffered, how long her ears were pulled. I want


    you to pay back double!"


    "I''m still your mother! If you treat me like this, you''ll go to hell!"


    "The one who''ll go to hell first is definitely you." Arabe said coldly, "You still want to talk about


    feelings with me?"


    "Even if you don''t acknowledge me as your mother, what about Attlee? He''s the father you''ve called for


    eighteen years, Grace''s biological son. If Grace saw you put her biological son in prison and destroy


    everything about the Murphy family,"


    "I forgot to tell you." Arabe leaned against the wall, looking cold and fierce. "I''ve already verified on


    my way to the engagement party that Grandma did have a son that year, but he died shortly after birth.


    To spare her the sorrow, Grandpa adopted an abandoned baby boy."


    "What are you saying?" Olga was in disbelief.


    "So until thest moment of Grandma''s life, she didn''t know that Attlee wasn''t her biological son. While


    Grandpa was alive, even though he knew the truth, he raised Attlee as his own."