Obsessed CEO Throws Himself at Me

Chapter 187 Terror

Susanne fixed a steady gaze on Arielle. “Focus on living the best life now that you’re back. Stop meddling with the dark shadows of the past! Sometimes ignorance is bliss. So what if you manage to find out the truth? You can’t bring your mother back to life.”

Susanne softened her tone. “If she were watching you from heaven right now, she’d want you to live a good life too.”

Arielle shook her head vehemently. “The only reason I came back here was to seek revenge for my mother. If I can’t even do that for her, what’s the point in coming back?”

To Arielle’s surprise, the expression that flitted across Susanne’s face was one of approval.

However, it quickly faded and was replaced with a look of helplessness. “I’m sorry, but I can’t help. I couldn’t uncover anything ten years ago, and it’s definitely more difficult now. If there was any proof then, it would most probably have been destroyed by now.”

Arielle had not expected to get anything out of Susanne. It was sufficient that her suspicions regarding Maureen’s suicide were confirmed.

“The second question,” Arielle prompted, taking out two pieces of paper from her pocket. She held them out towards Susanne.

less impatience than before and peered at them

the last line, Susanne froze. She then raised her

Susanne’s face was even more obvious than it had

a quivering voice, Susanne stammered,

levelly. “Henrick’s not my father at all. I looked at my mother’s diary but could

drained from Susanne’s face entirely. She looked at Arielle with

don’t know anything. Your mom kept most things to herself.

then insisted, “Ms. Stone, I think you know more than you’re choosing to say.

forward and whispered, “Shh! Stop talking! If you want to stay alive, don’t

up the two pieces of paper that contained proof of Arielle’s kinship and ripped

in time. When she had regained her composure, she immediately raged at Susanne, “Ms. Stone!

Arielle’s slender arm tightly. With a grave look on her face, she said emphatically, “I’m

into another tirade, Susanne