Spoil My Errant Wife

Chapter 340 

"Connie, you're talking nonsense!"

Christina was silent for a while.She didn't know how to describe her feelings, her heart pounding rapidly in a semblance to her present shocking and frightening mood.

Her mind went blank as numerous thoughts exploded into a mess.

Christina resisted and retorted loudly with all her might, "Connie, you're talking rubbish!"

"I'm talking rubbish? Hahaha..."

Connie burst into ferocious laughter in despair, "Donald Dickens, tell her, is Christina that little bastard your daughter?"

"Tell her, tell her yourself that Christina is a bastard that no one knows who her father is!"

Connie roared outrageously.

Donald was still sitting on the dining table chair, his face morbidly pale and his lips purple.He stared at them with wide eyes and breathed rapidly.

Betty seemed to be unable to control her emotions as tears trickled down her cheeks and she pleaded, "Stop it, Connie, please stop."

"Why should I stop?"

Seeing that Donald over there remained quiet, Connie couldn't stifle the resentment she had suppressed for many years and allowed it to break out.She jabbered to scold him like a demon demanding her debts.

"Donald, I've been married to you for so many years, and I'm already your legitimate wife, but you've been so focused on protecting that bitch Mary and her daughter.What do you take me for? I did marry you for money, but what else did I do wrong? You saw Mary push me down the stairs with your own eyes, You watched her kill my child!"Seemingly bereaved of her sanity, Connie grabbed the decorative vases and photo frames in the living room and smashed them on the floor.

"You, all of you, gave that bitch a good reputation in the end.But what about me? I'm your mistress; I destroy other people's families, but what's wrong with my child? My son is innocent.But you were with me to infuriate Mary!"

She growled a series of abuse, her heavily made-up face covered with tears.

"Donald, you're the one that is mad! You killed your own flesh and blood, yet you let this bastard call you dad..."

"Enough! Shut up!"

Donald's face was still pallid.

his head with difficulty and looked at Connie, who burst into wailing, and he held his breath trying

sat opposite Donald with a stiff face as

"No! Not enough!"

was hoarse

settled old scores with

the tears on her face

madwoman, "My son is dead! How can Mary's daughter

heart seized him.He covered his left chest with

wrong with him and instinctively

towards them and

scare you by

increasingly faster, and she became more and more

Christina tensed instinctively.

turned her head, Connie was

scarlet under the fluorescent light overhead, and her fingers fiercely

laughed hysterically again as if she didn't care about

tell you another thing.That year when you were in high school, you got kidnapped and almost raped by a few village bumpkins ...I paid them to do it.Do you still

was pinched by her on the chin and looked at

little as she recalled that scene in the

night was dirty, dark, and

beside her ear became more and more

the side.You were blindfolded, your clothes torn to pieces, and those old men with rough skin and pressed down on you like wolves.You were scared, weren't you?

die? Mary killed my

Christina froze.

fiery hysterics, as that terrible memory flooded into her

year, the accident was hastily put to

found those bandits,

implicated too many and dated back so many

incident happened in C City, and the Dickens family at

and closely related to her reputation, so Christina had supposed that it was Donald pressured to conceal it taking into account the face of the Dickens

turned out to be for the

had never anticipated that Connie had arranged the terrible kidnapping, nor did

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