Helen clenched her fists, eyes shut in complete agony. It turned out that someone was genuinely eavesdropping on them that night, and she had been careless to let it happen. Next, she relaxed her hands, then her closed eyes slowly opened. "Yes, it was I who killed him."

The moment Helen admitted it, Chris completely broke down. Eyes bulging, he grabbed her arm at once. "Why are you doing this? Why did you do this? Mom, this is murder! That was my dad!"

There was no way he could understand her. Before he came to confront her, he even thought that maybe he was mistaken. After all, his mother had always respected his father, and they had always been in love, so how could she kill him? However, Helen allowed him to violently shake her body and did not move at all. When Chris stopped, she said, "I'm doing this all for you."

"For me? It's for the sake of me inheriting the Fowler Family and its assets, right? So, the will is also a fake, right?"

it be Pierre? Who even is Pierre? He almost killed John, but John still thinks highly of him. And you? You've been a good boy

in order to inherit the

even your real father!" A tear flowed down the corner of Helen's

that, Chris froze.

director of the local land bureau, and your grandmother ran

refused to take bribes and firmly denied John the land. Later, nobody expected John to..." Helen clenched her teeth. "I was only ten years old that year, and it was my birthday. When I went out in the morning, my mother clearly told me that we would celebrate my birthday with a birthday cake together with the family in the evening. But when I returned home in the

forget that scene in my life. Even in my dreams,

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