“Do you know that I was conscious for about ten seconds that night? And how much it pains me to hear what you’ve said to Erica?” Francis asked.

Naomi’s face blanched at the revelation as she drew a sharp breath in horror. He woke up?

“I’m so sorry, Francis. I was wrong. Please give me another chance. Help me out and I’ll do anything as you say to repay you for the rest of my life.” She was willing to do anything just to leave this appalling place.

He shook his head. “I’m not here to get you out. You should atone for your sins.”

“Francis, I’m sorry! I was wrong…” She began wailing from the bottom of her lungs.

Still, Francis was not to be moved as he continued and questioned, “And what

about Erica’s true identity? I bet you had used Anastasia’s blood to replace hers in order to deceive me. You’ve used me to bring up your daughter for over 20 years

this is how you treat my daughter?

good daughter and she loves you.” Naomi tried

conspire against me by changing my last will and taking away my company. And for sure, she wouldn’t have murdered someone just to hide the truth of her

is still young, that’s why. She doesn’t know anything. Save her, please!

with you

to do so.

Francis uttered, driving the last nail into her coffin. As the realization of her last strand of hope vanishing dawned upon her, her eyes widened

visit at death’s door had cleared the haze in his mind. He had made

what he intended to say, Francis rose to his

her head onto the transparent barrier continuously

tuned out the noise and left

feel a smidgen of pain despite the bleeding. Instead, the unprecedented despair was swallowing her

commenced as scheduled at 2.00PM on Friday and

promised to meet up together. They seated themselves at the front row, which was the best spot

In spite of the unobtrusive color, she exerted elegance that could readily

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