Chapter 897

Over the years, what had she really done to Connor?

When he was just a baby, she tried to smother him more than once. At two, she left him shivering in cold water on purpose. By the time he was five, she had abandoned him at an amusement park for three days and nights. At eight, she locked him away in a basement for days. Then, when he was ten, she pushed him into a pool, standing by as he sank beneath the water.

was so overwhelming she wished for death. She had done so many terrible things in her life, and she knew it all too well. Aware that hell awaited her, she had never felt an ounce of guilt. To her, the world was just a dark

a bloody mess. Connor was her child with Colin. Why did fate have to be so cruel? What had she done all these years? She had tormented her own flesh and blood, their legacy. Claire questioned the universe again and again,

still alive. If she had to go to hell, she'd drag Suzanne with her. Everything that had happened was Suzanne's doing. To get back at her, Suzanne had spun a twisted web over decades. All

fight back; she just smiled and said, "Kill me, and Connor dies too." Claire let go, stunned. "What did you say?" Suzanne's neck bore the marks of Claire's fingers, and she coughed a bit before speaking again. "You know

pale with fear. "What kind of

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