Chapter 550


    Olga shook her head, her face as pale as a ghost. "No, that can''t be."


    "Believe it or not, that''s on you." Arabe had already anticipated her reaction and said nonchntly,


    "By the way, before I came here, I had a DNA test done. Attlee and Grandma aren''t blood-rted."


    Olga turned even paler, as if thest glimmer of hope had vanished. She whispered, "No, that''s not


    true."


    If Attlee and Grace weren''t blood rted, then Attlee had zero ties with the Murphy family. They can''t


    inherit anything from the Murphy family, and, on the contrary, Arabe won''t let them off the hook


    because of past rtionships.


    No wonder Arabe was so ruthless at the engagement party, humiliating them. She even pped her


    and kicked her.


    So, Arabe knew about this all along.


    Before, Arabe helped them because Attlee was Grace''s only son!


    But now.


    "You''re lying! You''re lying! You''re making this up!" Olga shouted, "You just want to see me make a fool


    of myself, so you made up this excuse!"


    "You''re pathetic." Arabe gave her a cold look, then casually turned to her henchmen and said, "You


    two, have fun torturing her."


    "Arabe, Arabe!" As Olga saw Arabe''s retreating figure, she rushed forward, begging on her


    knees, "Please spare my life. I didn''t mean to kill your Grandma!"


    Arabe turned around, seeing her crying her eyes out and trembling with fear. She said indifferently,


    "You''re begging me not because you realize your mistakes, but because you know yourst hope is


    gone."


    Without the protection of blood ties, it would be easy for Arabe to deal with them.


    "Arabe, we''ve been together for 18 years, and even though I wasn''t much in your life, I still


    considered you my daughter! It was all because of the priest''s nonsense. The day you were born, there


    was a fire and an explosion in the hospital. A few dayster, Attlee and I went to the church to pray and


    met a priest. He said a daughter would bring misfortune to our life, making our future hard. We thought


    about the fire on your birth day, and on the way back from the church, I fell down some steps. So, we


    distanced ourselves from you and handed you over to Grace. I was too trusting in what the priest said."


    So, that was it.


    Arabeughed coldly, saying, "The priest was pretty urate."


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    Olga was stunned, not understanding what Arabe meant.


    "Ynda is indeed the curse in your life, not me. She''s the one who ruined you." With that, Arabe


    turned and walked away.


    Olga copsed on the ground, only realizing after much thought that since they brought Ynda home,


    the Murphy family had indeed faced many difficulties.


    Could it be that the misfortune the priest spoke of wasn''t about Arabe but about Ynda?


    With that thought, Olga was filled with regret. She hadn''t expected that believing in the priest''s words


    would put her in such a predicament.


    If she had been a bit nicer to Arabe over the past 18 years, perhaps her fate would be different.


    After Arabe left, her henchmen took turns torturing Olga, dunking her head underwater until she was


    about to suffocate, then letting here up for air, and repeating it.


    They also physically abused her, tormenting her for a while.