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.

wailing, and he held his breath

sat opposite Donald with a stiff face as the

"No! Not enough!"

voice was

old scores with you.That's what Mary's owed me, and what you've owed

smudged, leaving the tears on

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

Donald heard this, he was about to say something, but a sharp pain in his heart seized him.He covered his left chest with his right hand and

wrong with him and

suddenly trotted towards them and

did I scare you by saying these

increasingly faster, and she

Christina tensed instinctively.

she turned her head, Connie was already standing

brightly painted nails were shining horribly scarlet under the fluorescent light overhead, and her fingers fiercely clutched Christina's jaw

lowered her head and laughed hysterically again as if she

high school, you got kidnapped and almost raped by a few village bumpkins ...I paid them

on the chin and looked at Connie's

by little as she recalled that

night was dirty, dark, and

became more

by the side.You were blindfolded, your clothes torn to pieces, and those old men with rough skin and pressed down

don't you die? Mary

Christina froze.

fiery hysterics, as that terrible memory flooded

the accident was hastily put to an

found those bandits, they were

dated back so many years, so now even Charles and the others couldn't figure out any

Dickens family at

it was a case involving a Miss Dickens and closely related to her reputation, so Christina had supposed that it was Donald pressured to conceal

be for the

kidnapping,

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