Heartstrings On Fire

Chapter 670

Agnes moved closer, and Laura handed her a cup of tea. “This is a fine white tea, your father’s favorite. It’s been aged for seven years. There’s a saying about white tea, you know. First year it’s just tea, by the third year it’s like medicine, and by the seventh it’s a treasure. When I left Willowbrook Town, I didn’t take much with me, except some tea your father cherished. I’ve kept them as mementos all these years. It seems fitting to serve it to you now.”

Agnes bristled at Laura’s casual mention of her father.

“Laura, my father was good to you. How could treat him like that back then? Regardless of everything, he was Beatrice’s father. Your ruthlessness is unbearable.”

Laura chuckled. “You’re talking about your father’s car accident, aren’t you? I didn’t arrange that, Berlin did. I shared a bed with your father for ten years, and I knew he was always thinking about your mother. He never truly saw me as his wife. But I did have feelings for him. I got tired, I admit, and yes, I moved on to Berlin. But I never wanted to harm your father. Berlin was the impatient one who staged the accident. Agnes, if you want revenge, go after Berlin. I heard his car had some trouble recently. Was that your doing? An eye for an eye?”

Agnes smiled as she said, “Laura, you’re quite the artist, shifting blame so effortlessly. I bet you did the same with Berlin, blaming everything on me while you sat back and watched the fight.”

took a sip of her tea. “You’re too clever for your own good.”

what happened to my father. You don’t need to explain, Laura. I’m

Agnes, “Oh, you have

for five

the bank transfer, then

this from your personal safe. We both know what’s this. Let’s cut the chase.”

always say I’m clever, but I must say, you’re even shrewder. You always manage to use people close to me, If Beatrice had half your brains, she wouldn’t let you manipulate

“It seems you’re still upset about Beatrice catching you and Berlin in bed. Yes, I arranged that. I often wonder how a cunning fox like you could raise such a foolish daughter.”

laugh. “If only you were my

to be your daughter,” Agnes retorted

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