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.

is your real sister; you are related by

"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 finally found them. Scott, you're my brother." Scott broke free and took two steps back. Seeing his cautious expression,

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 here, and what exactly do

can't you understand yet? Whether I'm talking nonsense, you'll see for yourself." With that, Fiona

"This is your biological father, and he's still in the hospital. This is your mother, left in this state of broken arms and legs by someone. And here's your brother, currently in jail. And here's Ms. Davidson's blood type comparison with

punch. His hands were trembling. All the photos and papers

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photos made his heart ache sharply. It felt like all the blood in his body had frozen. His face instantly lost all

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

after all the searching, she would turn out to be the

really played tricks on people. It was surprising how closely connected she was

would have been the one married to Kenneth. The one by Kenneth's side should have been her now. 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...

you understand yet? You're being used. You can't remember anything now because of Ophelia. She's the one who

feeling like countless

You've ended up like this, forgetting everything, because

you're happy, it doesn't matter if you don't see me as your sister. You

eyes lost all sense of direction. He looked at Phoebe in front of him, then at the familiar house, took a few steps back, and

could this happen? It's not supposed

should we go

no need to. It's normal that he can't

doubt arises, no matter what Ophelia does, Scott will not trust her

act. Soon, she'd be

running down the street, not even sure who he could trust. After a

stared at the screen for a long time, and his mind automatically started conjuring a