“Aunt Kelly, our plan failed.”

“We’re lucky that Matilda did not rat us out. I’m warning you, you better not mess up again, or I will kill you!”

Kelly, who had been in trepidation for the past two days, grew angry when her niece mentioned it again.

They were indeed in dire straits.

When their plan had failed, they did not expect Sebastian to put an end to the Emmanuels. He even handed over his aunt to the police.

Thanks to her quick thinking, Kelly had gotten someone to pacify Matilda and promised her the safety of the Emmanuels. Otherwise, she and her niece would not be where they were now if Matilda had confessed.

Kelly was bogged down by it.

Xandra stopped talking and repeatedly looked at the book in her hand. She stared at the word that was in the book—schizophrenia.

Schizophrenia. Her guess was right.

The man had a skeleton in the cupboard, so why should they still be suppressed by him? After all, the cards were in their hands now.

She stroked the word with her red nails, and a satisfying smile spread across her face.

Sasha slept soundly that night, probably because she had a load off her mind. Besides, she had not fully recovered yet, considering she had just fled from the hospital.

When she woke up the next day, it was a particularly bright day for her.

“Ian, shall we wait for Mommy to have calzone together?”

it’s Christmas Eve

voices of children whispering in the

children sitting on the mat

handsome and cool child,

Ian

and said, “Good morning, my

her voice, Vivian quickly got up from the mat and dashed

bent over and cuddled her daughter, and then she looked at her eldest son who was

Have you both eaten

yet. It’s Christmas Eve, so Ms. Dolivo made some calzone. But Grandpa and that bad woman are here. Do you want to go down, Mommy?” Vivian asked

Sasha was startled.

and the

Who?

the food up.” In a snap, Ian made the decision. His domineering and cold character was just like his

a tight

was touched by Ian’s thoughtfulness, she felt she should go down to meet Frederick and the

self-deprecating smile as

she sent her children out of her room and went to the bathroom

looked fresh. There wasn’t the slightest trace

“Mommy…”

familiar with the people downstairs. Since she wasn’t feeling courageous, she stayed in the room to wait for

seeing that, Sasha stepped forward and

mother and child made their way

finally come down. The calzone is

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