The Billionaire’s Maid Bride

Chapter 567

Allison pressed the pause button at the 22-minute mark of the video. Her finger pointed accusingly at the screen where a small, dark mole sat on the woman’s waist. “Come on, Grace, don’t tell me you can’t recognize Penelope’s birthmark!”

Grace stared at the dark spot. Her body collapsed into the chair as if her bones had turned to jelly. She clutched at her chest, panting in agony.

How could she not know? That mole on Penelope’s waist was as familiar to her as her own reflection.

The woman in the video was indeed Penelope. Grace couldn’t believe it. How could Penelope do something so scandalous? It was like her whole worldview had been flipped upside down. In her mind, Penelope was the darling of the Flanagans. Although the Flanagan family was not as rich as the Lindberg family, it still boasted a tidy annual net profit in the millions. Penelope was doted on, and her every whim was indulged. Even in middle school, Penelope had a monthly allowance of ten to twenty thousand dollars, and by high school, she had a monthly allowance of fifty to sixty thousand dollars. How could she possibly do such an indecent thing?

However, Grace never believed Allison could do something like this either. Allison had always been the kind-hearted, long-suffering type, always reserved and introverted.

even considered Allison capable of such a deed was her desperate need for money for a kidney transplant. Perhaps, Grace thought, Allison was driven to

It was unthinkable.

swirling together in a storm that words could hardly describe. She didn’t want to twist the knife any further. The video

here, Grace,” Allison said. Her voice was carrying a finality that brooked no argument. “After today, don’t come looking for me. You and I… we’re

trembled. “You’re going to

said

not

felt her heart had grown cold and numb, impervious to any more pain, immune

on her knees in front of me and bangs