Chapter 1011

Later when the sun was already hanging high in the sky, Camren was sleeping in one of the rooms at Griffith Manor. Suddenly, Rebecca barged in by kicking the door open before pulling the blanket off the old man. "Stop pretending, Abbott! Get up and go back to where you belong!"

However, he only turned around in bed slowly, weakly revealing his pale face, unlike the rosy cheeks he had earlier that morning. He then lay down straight and coughed several times, speaking weakly. "Here you are, Becky. Here, have a seat."

When she saw the man's reaction, she began to feel a little hesitant. "Stop pretending. Our daughter told us everything. You're not sick at all. You're only here to stir up trouble, so leave before it gets ugly. The guards will show you the door when I say the word."

Then, as soon as the woman finished her words, the bathroom door opened, and Jessie came out with a dustbin. Nevertheless, the moment she saw Rebecca, she quickly hid the bin behind her. She acted as if she was guilty of doing something shady.

"What are you hiding? Show it to me." Rebecca was tempted to find out what was going on.

"Nothing, madam." Jessie's body tensed as she rapidly shook her head.

"Give it to me!" Impatient with Jessie's little games, Rebecca charged at her and snatched the bin.

In the meantime, Jessie had no intention of hiding the bin from her either. After putting up a little resistance, she did as Camren told her earlier and gave it to Rebecca, standing aside obediently. On the other hand, Rebecca instantly appeared worried when she peed at the inside of the bin with bloodied tissue papers. "Wait, what? You're sick, indeed?" Rebecca was bewildered as she asked with a soft voice.

"Well, now that you’ve already found that out, I suppose there is nothing else I can hide. Perhaps, my karma has caught up with me, but I do not blame anyone for my misery. Instead, my only regret is my failure to make it up to you, Becky. Don't tell Arie about my condition, girl. She has no idea about the truth at all—" Camren coughed violently as he struggled to get back up and leaned on the headstand. While Rebecca was overwhelmed with mixed emotions, her eyes fixed on the bin, Camren added, "Don't be sad, Becky. I'm at least happy that I can see you and our daughter before I die. Please don't worry about me—" Camren comforted Rebecca, but before he could finish his sentence, he started to cough again.

help but feel impressed with Camren's good acting, thinking he would make a good actor

she doubled back after several steps and said, "No illness is incurable with modern medical technology today. You mustn't die yet because you need

who had been waiting downstairs, was surprised to see only Rebecca when she thought her mother could have settled

I have no reason to

tell you earlier? He's pretending." Ariel couldn't believe she would fall for Camren's acting, although she always thought of her mother as an intelligent and shrewd woman. Because of that, she didn't know whether that was disappointing

going to go back and pack my stuff. Then, I'll

something?" Ariel sensed something

your mom has finally gotten over it, Honey. Furthermore, we should

pay us a visit and blame us for that." Ariel didn't want any

your mom. After all, the insults from your mom's mouth are so devastating that they can destroy

make fun of

"Um…"

month, Narissa was beginning to grow tired of her diet, which consisted of only soup, although Elise was a good cook. "Come on, El. I can't take this anymore. I've had soup for almost every meal in the

the spoon full of soup close to Narissa's mouth. "No. Losing your slim waist is the least of your worries

go out. I've been lying in bed

is no. Come on, girl. You're a grown adult, so why are you still acting like a stubborn child?" She felt

wouldn't want to keep you grounded if I had a choice, but we have exhausted many resources to ensure the welfare and safety of your life and Jamie's. Especially Zephyr, he has to

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