Chapter 1746


    “In the grimy basement, a man by the name of Hugh, unfortunate enough to be caged next to a hitman,


    was separated only by iron bars. Hugh made an offer to Serena. He could take out the hitman, but in


    return, Serena had to ensure that Martha would leverage the influence of Doom to free him. He couldn''t


    be left to rot as a disposable pawn of the Doom. After a brief exchange with Martha, she agreed. So,


    Hugh proceeded to strangle the life out of the hitman, who epted his fate without a struggle,


    preferring a silent death over endangering his family and friends.”


    Keh and Louisa were stunned beyond belief, their minds reeling from the revtion. The truth was


    far more twisted than they could have ever imagined.


    Eunice, too, was caught off guard. Serena hadn’t actually killed anyone, but to protect Martha, she had


    concealed the truth and yed the innocent before them all.


    If Hugh hadn''t grown impatient in that ustrophobic cer, tired of waiting for Martha to rescue him,


    and hadn’t spilled the beans in a bid to save his own skin, they might still be in the dark.


    Eunice took a sip of her coffee, setting down her mug with deliberate slowness. Her gaze drifted


    towards Keh and Louisa.


    "Hugh mentioned that Serena said something at the time," Eunice recounted. "She asked Martha—


    didn''t you say your hitman was reliable? So how did Auntie''s people catch him and lock him up in her


    basement?"


    What did that imply?


    It meant Serena knew Martha intended to hire a hitman tomit murder, to kill Be.


    Yet, not only did she not stop it, when things were about to be exposed, she sought to destroy the


    evidence, abandon the hitman, and save Martha.


    "Martha might as well be her real mother!" Louisa was livid, her heart twisting in agony. She closed her


    eyes, took several deep breaths, and managed to find a semnce of calm.


    Keh''s anger was palpable, a darkness edging his vision, nearly causing him to faint.


    Their ''beloved daughter'' of eighteen years had conspired with an outsider to harm their long-lost blood!


    "To say her conscience has been eaten by dogs would be an insult to dogs." Louisa seethed with rage.


    How could she? How could she conspire with Martha to have Be killed? What had that poor child


    done wrong? After suffering for eighteen years, she finally came home, only to have someone wish for


    her death.


    "She doesn''t deserve to be part of the Collins family. Even the name Serena is ours to give, and she


    Contentt bel0ngs to N0ve/lDra/ma.O(r)g!


    does not deserve it! Someone fetch that wretched girl."


    Perhaps due to her anger, the veins on Louisa''s hand stood out starkly against her skin as she pped


    the coffee table.


    Edith was about to summon Serena.


    "Hold on," Louisa suddenly added, "bring more people."


    Just in case Serena tried any tricks, yed dead, or attempted to flee.


    They had to be cautious!


    Meanwhile.


    Images of Martha falling from the eighteenth floor shed through Serena''s mind over and over. She


    couldn''t believe that the person who had loved her for eighteen years was gone.


    From her initial anguished cries to her now subdued sobs, she had wept for what felt like an eternity.


    Her tears flowed incessantly like a faucet that couldn''t be turned off, and she couldn''t ept that a


    living, breathing person was just gone.


    It was Arabe!


    Arabe was the cause of her death!


    Even as Marthay dying and bloodied, Arabe showed no mercy!!


    That vile girl was a murderer!


    She had killed Martha!!


    Martha''s death had been so cruel, so tragic.


    Serena wept bitterly, her hands clutching her knees, her face buried in them, crying as though her heart


    was breaking.


    She knew no one would ever love her like Martha did.