“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

you treat my

a good daughter and she loves you.” Naomi tried to put in

you to conspire against me by changing my last will and

why. She doesn’t know anything. Save her, please! She’s

with you

right to do

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

wouldn’t have taken things this far. It’s your karma.” A visit at death’s door had cleared the haze in his mind. He had made up his mind to spend the rest of his lifetime with his biological daughter in peace; the others

he intended to say, Francis rose to his

The desperate woman banged her head

tuned out the noise and left

pain despite the bleeding. Instead, the unprecedented despair was swallowing her little by

2.00PM on Friday and it was expected to

would be displayed in the afternoon, she and Felicia promised to meet up together. They seated themselves at the front row, which was the best spot to watch

dress that hugged her figure well. In spite of the unobtrusive color, she

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