Revenge Of The Jilted Bride

Chapter 280

All the way there, no matter what Scott asked, Fiona remained silent. Before long, the looked like it had been abandoned for years.

car

stopped in front of a mansion that

The yard of the mansion was overgrown with weeds, but even so, one could still glimpse its former splendor.

As soon as Scott stepped inside, a strong sense of déjà vu hit him. He didn't even need Fiona to guide him; he somehow knew the way.

Fiona said, "Mr. Hastings, this was your childhood home."

Scott thought, 'My childhood home?'

Scott looked around at everything that seemed so familiar, and a flicker of memory began to form in his mind. No wonder everything felt so familiar.

So many memories he should have had flashed in his mind, but he couldn't grasp them. The more he tried, the more his head ached.

Walking through the garden and into the hall, he saw furniture covered with white cloth and the white marble floor reflecting the sunlight. The echoes of laughter from the past seemed to linger in the air. 'Dad, Mom, Harry, Nathan... He thought to himself and seemed to remember something, yet it also felt like he remembered nothing at all.

"Scott..." A gentle female voice came from behind him.

Scott turned around and saw a woman in a simple dress walking towards him slowly. He looked at her with a hint of unfamiliarity; there was nothing related to her in his memory.

"Scott, I'm your sister." Phoebe said as she held Scott's hand, her deep brown eyes fixed on his. Their eyes had a certain resemblance.

Scott stared at Phoebe in front of him for a moment, feeling a bit hesitant.

said, "Mr. Hastings, she is your real sister; you

"It's completely normal that you don't recognize me. Our mother lost me when I was little, and I've been searching for my birth parents for years. I've

to explain from the side, "Mr. Hastings, you used to be the young master of the Hastings family, which was quite a prestigious family in Dellanex. The reason it's like this now is all because of that woman who lives with you now." "You're talking nonsense!" Scott immediately retorted, his brows furrowed tightly as he looked at Fiona. "Why did you bring me

see for yourself." With that, Fiona took

in this state of

like a punch. His hands were trembling. All the photos and papers slipped from his unsteady grip,

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looking at these photos made his heart ache sharply. It felt like all the blood in his body had frozen. His face instantly lost all color. "Scott, if you don't believe me, we can go for another DNA test right now. I truly am your biological sister." Phoebe stepped forward and held

the truth, not fearing any verification. She had been looking into her

dreams, that after all the searching, she would turn out to be the long-lost daughter of

people. It was surprising

Ophelia took everything that should have belonged to her. Phoebe said, "Scott, it was Ophelia who caused Mom to end up this way, and Dad was also harmed by her. Everything in Hastings family was taken by that woman. What she has now should have been ours, Scott..." "No, that's not true... Opielia, my sister isn't like that..." Scott shook his head repeatedly, his face showing panic. Phoebe covered her mouth and shook her head, looking utterly

said, "Mr. Hastings, don't you understand yet? You're being used. You can't remember anything now because

you woke up was from her, but is that really true? Can you be sure?" Scott held his head, feeling like countless ants were gnawing at his nerves. He couldn't remember anything. The photos on the ground

ended up like this, forgetting everything, because of Ophelia.

matter if you don't

direction. He looked at Phoebe in front of him, then at the familiar house, took a few steps back, and desperately ran towards

happen? It's not supposed

should we

her head, her eyes a bit puffy. "Never mind, no need to. It's normal that he can't accept it. He's grown up now and has to face many things on his

no matter what Ophelia does, Scott will

wait much longer to act. Soon, she'd be able to completely reclaim what was

the street, not even sure who he could trust. After a while, he felt

time, and his mind automatically started conjuring a lot