"It can't be, it can't be."

Yesseca was deep in thought.

She remembered that Selina had contacted the doctor to pay for her treatment.

She recalled how Selina took care of her after Lothar died.

She thought about how concerned Selina was for her wellbeing and happiness, even when she was in the pains of childbirth.

She then thought about the last time she saw Lothar when he was alive. Every time he mentioned Selina, he would laugh and smile happily.

She remembered Lothar telling her that Selina was the cutest and kindest woman he had ever met.

It had to be fake.

A look of guilt flickered across her eyes.

She spoke to the picture of Lothar, "This is all my fault. Why did I have that nightmare about all the things that woman told me?"

She placed the photo back under the pillow.

Yesseca then went back to sleep.

She decided to pretend as though none of this had happened.

She had never seen that woman, nor did she hear anything that woman told her.

Qiana had gone to visit the Lanes family.

At their high and mighty home, the mayor's residence.

She came for money.

She had pursued her studies at junior college but dropped out before finishing her course. She only managed to get a position as a teacher in a prestigious kindergarten because of Wesley's help. She had changed her identity and acquired a diploma certificate from a famous university.

However, a diploma from a prestigious university was far from enough.

She had to be the real deal.

This wasn't just any normal kindergarten where teachers could just fool around all day. This was a prestigious kindergarten.

She had to have real skills and real knowledge.

Qiana hired an experienced tutor to teach her the skills she needed.

She was a teacher by day and student by night.

Of course, hiring tutors cost a lot of money and she had asked the mayor, her father, for the money.

henna was

was the

a head full of curly hair which was the fashion right now. Her hair was

it was Qiana, a look of disdain

wasn't jealous of her daughter that her husband had with another women, she simply

A country bumpkin.

what Lenna

had a very cheesy name,

such a pity that her husband was oblivious to what was going on. He took her in as his

responded contemptuously, "Come

Qiana walked inside.

the city centre. They lived in a duplex that was over 300 square meters large and was decorated luxuriously. In Qiana's point of view, this place looked like a

this was no longer

had bigger plans

even more luxurious than Wesley's. Compared to Tremaine's villa, this place looked like a shack. Lenna went into the study to

to see you," Lenna said this with her nose held high, "She's a bumpkin who

Lenna snorted heavily.

times before. If he hadn't told her, Lenna would have thrown her out the door by

just happened to walk past the living room and

stopped in her tracks and asked, "What are you

was Norah's half-sister, Norah never fully

Lenna both thought the same way about Qiana. She was a bumpkin who had run away

at Norah's

up

like to be raised by a prominent family in a wealthy

didn't just look beautiful, she looked exotic

seen Norah once

she

that Norah lived like

now, Qiana hadn't changed

Qiana didn't feel so lowly before Norah as she did

when she would be able to step on

she became Tremaine's wife, Norah would have to grovel for

need to act humble in front of

about this, Qiana raised her head and said, "I came to see my

at her disdainfully. "Your father? You mean

opened her mouth, but closed it

about to talk back when she realized that it was a waste of

the position to talk back to her, but

day came, she would teach

from being a princess to being a lowly nobody like how she used

smiled faintly, keeping her thoughts

found her smile rather

put

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