“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

yet, this is how you treat my daughter? You’re

always been her father. She’s a good daughter and she loves you.” Naomi tried to put

hands with you to conspire against me by changing my last will and taking away my company. And for

that’s why. She doesn’t know anything. Save her, please! She’s your daughter!” pleaded

with you and Erica

right to

realization of her last strand of hope vanishing dawned upon her, her eyes widened in total fear. “What? You’re going to let her handle everything? N-No. Francis, she

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

what he intended to say, Francis rose to

woman banged her head onto the transparent

out the noise and left without turning

did not feel a smidgen of pain despite the bleeding. Instead, the

commenced as scheduled at 2.00PM on Friday and it was expected to end

together. They seated themselves at the front

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

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