Even after Her Death by Rita Bond

Chapter 230 Slapping the B*tch in the Face Chapter 230 Slapping the B*tch in the Face 120 Free Coins

When I heard Monica's plea, I couldn't help but find it ridiculous, Just earlier tonight, she had instigated Sadie to attend the banquet and steal the spotlight, hoping to humiliate me and disgust Bill even further. all to ruin my reputation in Snowville. Not long ago, she even tried to steal my husband-let alone what she had done with Ashley before.

So what, all the pain and suffering my mom and Zoey endured over the past 20 years should just be brushed aside?

This mother-daughter pair is notorious for their life of deceit, built on theft, manipulation, and cunning schemes. Why would they ever assume I would help them?

I put on a confused expression and asked, "Aunt Monica, what's the matter? You can't be serious that Sadie actually killed someone?"

It was no surprise that Anna loved being the center of attention.

Acting could be incredibly enjoyable, and you wouldn't know the thrill until you give it a try!

This was downright satisfying.

Using my innocent tone as cover, I relentlessly stomped all over Monica's wounds.

"Although my sister can be a little stupid, arrogant, selfish, and manipulative, I still believe she's kind at heart. Surely she wouldn't stoop to things like murder, right?" Monica's lips twitched at my "compliments."

Under normal circumstances, she would have already started arguing with me, but now, desperate, she could only swallow her pride and explain what happened

"It's all your father's fault for spoiling Sadie! She was jealous of Anna and took some shady route to pay for Anna's life. But somehow, the person in the car wasn't Anna-it was Ethan!"

Feigning shock, I gasped and covered my mouth with my hands. "What?! I always thought my sister was completely dumb. To think she's capable of something so sinister; casually hiring assassins! Dad, what if she decides to come after me next?"

Bill was already deeply disappointed in Sadie's recent behavior.

This latest incident felt like a devastating betrayal, cutting him to the core.

He patted my back. "Don't worry. She wouldn't do that

she was pushed to her limits! She and Ashley had such a close relationship, and now he

can't have such double standards. Don't forget, Ashley was my boyfriend to begin with.

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but I should have been able to? Yet I didn't lose my temper and hire a hitman,

tone was cool, but my words served as a sharp reminder to Bill about his

start to finish, the real victim here was Zoey,

not what I meant," Monica said. "You and Ashley didn't have the same deep relationship that they did. You can't compare the

I sée. So in your logic, legitimate relationships

neglected my mom all these years to shack up with you. But if your love is so deep, Aunt Monica, why haven't you been

I had now dragged Bill into the line of

his throat awkwardly. "We're

about my sister, then. Aunt Monica, your daughter ruined herself over a man. Shouldn't you reflect

Whoever crosses her, she goes after their life. If my mom and I offended her, wouldn't she come after

we're family! Sadie would never hurt

me since childhood? From toys and clothes to boyfriends-and even after I finally got married, she still flirts shamelessly

now you've taught your daughter to do the same. Her current predicament is entirely your fault. Ethan died because of her. Shouldn't she face the

been the obedient girl you think she is. Back in school, she ran someone over and broke their leg. If you hadn't spent a fortune to cover it up, the Gardners' reputation would've been in ruins by now. And now that you've just arrived in Snowville, she pulls something like this? She clearly doesn't care about

pay the price. That's just the way it is. If Sadie is innocent, the police will clear her name. But if she's

thought back to the dream I

mistakes, but he didn't deserve to die-especially

her, she'll only make bigger mistakes in the future. Not punishing her

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