Even after Her Death by Rita Bond

Chapter 288 Mom, You'll Be Free Soon

Chapter 288 Mom, You'll Be Free Soon

Sadic pointed a finger at Josh and Greg, her voice sharand cutting Is it you? Or you? Or will all you

Sanders die next?"

Bill had clearly spoilt her so much that she no longer krew what was appropriate to say or do, especially at someone else's funeral.

Sadie was lurling insults, just to feel a fleeting moment of satisfaction in her quest for revenge.

The crowd buzzed with whispers. Seeing the rising tersion, Ashley grabbed her by the arm, trying to pull her away. "That's enough, Sadie. Why waste so much breath on them? Let's go Sadie always listened to him. She followed Ashley without protest.

But she didn't see Anna clutching her stomach, glaring at her retreating back with the eyes of a vengeful

spirit.

I quietly recorded Sadie's arrogant performance at the funeral and sent the video to Bill.

This mother-daughter duo had been on their high horse for far too long. It was time to bring them down.

Twenty years of debts. The debt of trying to force Mom to miscarry. And the truth behind that Cinderella man. I'll reveal it all.

I didn't mock the Sanders openly, but I watched silently as Anna clutched her abdomen, unwell. She hurried to the hospital to secure her pregnancy.

Who knows if the baby she's carrying will survive long enough for the test results to come back?

The oppressive air of the wake made it hard to breathe, I decided to leave. As I was walking out to the parking lot, I saw Sadie and Ashley making out passionately in their car.

So, the saying goes: rotten roots yield rotten fruits. Sadie was just like her mother, through and through.

When it comes to picking men, their tastes are cerily alike.

After they'd had their fill, they drove off. I told my driver to follow them. Their car eventually stopped at

Moonlit Grove.

Conveniently, the property belonged to the Boltons, who managed the real estate and the community. A single phone call was all it took to pull up the owner of the house.

Sadie.

home here cost millions. After flaunting his wealth at auctions, Ashley

he possibly find the money to buy Sadie a house in such a

was only one answer:

I had helped Sadie transfer all her assets to keep her

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right after.

spoiled, entitled brat like her always had a clueless eribler behind

that

how Bill would react when he found out who Sadie really

and left. No long after, Bill's car came

he'd scolded her harshly only to forgive her easily. I could already picture the scene. When I arrived at Sadie's villa and rang the bell, the look on Bill's face when he saw

man caught red-handed in the

his coffee cup without taking a sip, his

smile. "Zoey's here. It's getting late-why don't

time I made

wasn't nearly as tactful. She stormed into the room arrogantly. "Zoey! You tartled. on me, and now you dare come

was cold and steady as I questioned, "What are you doing here? What

"Zoey, look, they've got no one else to rely on. Sadie is my daughter, after all. I can't just watch

"So, everything you promised me to get her out of trouble means nothing now? Buying her a house, a

"I haven't forgotten. She's paid the price for her mistakes. Zoey, we're family. Can't you let the past go? I

what I told you? You can't have your cake and eat it too. You made your choice back then-you chose us. If you want

are you

won't fight your mom for anything. Monica

away. If you weren't fighting for anything, you'd have left ages

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behavior is this?"

the family, deliberately put on a stern, condescending tone, trying to assert his dominance. "So, you're set on continuing

promise my heart is with your mom. I just check up on them occasionally. Stop bring so aggressive." "Fine, Bill. Have it your way." I said, turning on my

but Sadie stopped him. "Dad, don't go yet. You

Later, at my

photo Sadie had posted-a picture of her, Monica, and Bill, all smiles. looking like the perfect family. Mom noticed me staring

looking at?" she asked, placing