Chapter 40

Book 3- Chapter 4

Back then, just because you said you didn't like children, I had three consecutive abortions. Not only did you not even visit the hospital, but you also insisted on sleeping with me the very next day after I was discharged. I was truly foolish and stupid. To please you, to satisfy you, I actually agreed.

Until I had a massive hemorrhage and permanently lost the ability to become a mother...

"Peter, what did you say? Who is your real father?"

Sebastian glared at him furiously.

"Peter!"

"Dad, I. I don't know what I just said... Mom. I. I misspoke.."

Peter looked at Sofia in bewilderment, dropped his phone, covered his mouth, and ran out.

"Sebastian, I promise you, I'll go kowtow to her right now!"

"Peter just said something wrong, he was just joking, please don't take it seriously..."

I watched Sofia look at Sebastian anxiously, her expression tense, as if facing a formidable enemy. The corners of my mouth curled slightly.

Sofia, how does this taste?

"Slap!"

A resounding slap landed on Sofia's face.

She knelt before Sebastian, begging for forgiveness, crying her heart out.

The scene before me made me feel dazed.

Sofia, you're having your day too? Weren't you always fearless, willing to do anything to achieve your goals? To think there would be a day when you'd be afraid?

How does it feel to kowtow to someone? You've never experienced the taste of kneeling down and begging someone, have you?

In my previous life, I knelt like this before the principal to beg for a chance for you to go to school.

I knelt like this before those thugs to beg them to spare you...

You've long forgotten all the things I did for you, haven't you?

Back then, you were my only family, and I was willing to die for you.

But what about you? Have you ever cherished my sacrifices even once?

was fifteen, Mom fell

Dad left with another woman

was a drafty house and you, my sister

had always been an excellent student, winning honors year

bad, fighting, dating early, smoking, drinking, committing all sorts of

be like a mother. My sister was still young, she just didn't know better. I could only grit my teeth and plead with the principal time and again, cleaning up after

high school, you were

led a group fight at school, smoking and drinking, causing an extremely bad influence. The school was determined to

always been proud and aloof, knelt there at the door of the principal's office, burying my head like an ostrich, clinging to my last

principal took pity on me, or perhaps

you one

had begged so hard for

the constraints of school, you became even more unrestrained, openly and shamelessly hanging

they tried to force you to become a prostitute for

you refused, they threatened

like a madwoman,

let you off so easily? Seeing that I was just a young girl too, they surrounded me, their

their trouser

at midnight until

"Sister, save me,

mustered all the courage and strength of my life, grabbed a knife, and risked my life to snatch you

and immediately agreed that the funds

at her, the corners of my mouth turning up

Lilly's requirements. Dressed all in black, without any accessories or jewelry, she knelt before Lilly's mother's grave and kowtowed three times with

yet, do you? That project is now mine, and the shares are in my name too, having nothing

your eldest

whispered in Sofia's ear, eager to tell her

"What? That's impossible!"

project possibly be given to an outsider like you?

clearly said by the board

girl! You'll eventually marry out! It's impossible for them to

stiffened, filled

way she looked at me changed from previously looking

0.1% of the shares. Naturally, she couldn't

giving shares to his son or daughter, as a businessman, Sebastian naturally knew

the most basic professional ethics

project funds you exchanged for by enduring

just the

obtained at the cost of my

will make you pay

at a time, watch you suffer unbearably,

being a girl? When the company is about to collapse, whoever can save

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