“W-What did you say?” Cindy’s expression stiffened for a moment.

Jodie stabbed at the steak on her plate. Her fork froze mid-air, the desire to bring it to her mouth evaporating. Her appetite had vanished. What she craved wasn’t the taste of the steak but the satisfaction of sinking her fork into Maisie’s flesh, tearing it into pieces, and spitting it onto the ground.

Cindy’s conscience lingered. “Jojo, taking someone’s life… That’s not right, is it? Besides, your brother already hurt her once. It’s miraculous that she survived. You should…”

“Are you my mom or hers?” Jodie seethed with anger.

Cindy trembled, attempting to placate. “Of course, I’m your mom. You’re my dear daughter!”

“Then help me with this!”

Cindy shrugged, hesitant to say more.

From their dining spot, they observed the hotel entrance across the street.

At that moment, Maisie, Daniel, and Wilfred emerged from the hotel.

The trio stood outside, conversing, each adorned with a radiant smile.

Maisie was close to Daniel, exuding petite delicacy. Wilfred shook hands with Daniel, both men possessing extraordinary grace.

Jodie was stupefied.

Daniel’s care for Maisie and detected a different look in Wilfred’s eyes toward her. Suddenly, an intense surge of

awry 20 years ago, these three may now have been

and hatred coiled around her like vines, binding

asking softly, “Jojo, what’s wrong? Has

“No.”

“Then why…”

want her dead! Can’t you understand?” Jodie gritted her teeth, her eyes red, looking

dead!” Each word came

taken aback, remaining

dared to oppose her. Moreover, Wilfred was her biological father. Even though it wasn’t known now, the truth

would Jodie

a pampered heiress for over 20 years, could she accept the vast disparity if she returned to the slum-like family?Books Chapters Are Daily Updated Join &


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