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Chapter 1270 Clues of Tina’s Whereabouts

Cynthia knew Sonia felt disgusted by the state of Cynthia’s legs and became nauseated. However, Sonia fought the urge to vomit because she didn’t want to upset Cynthia, so that was why she reacted this way.

Still, Cynthia wasn’t angered by Sonia’s reaction. Perhaps it was true at the start that she could not accept the fact that others reacted in such a way whenever they saw her legs. If she noticed it, she would be incensed and throw a fit.

However, after seeing it time and time again, she slowly got used to it, and eventually, she could even take it in stride without letting it affect her. After all, what could anger do for her?

Would her legs recover? Thus, instead of being bothered by other people’s reactions, she figured it would be better to focus on her state of mind.

“It’s hard to stomach, isn’t it, Miss Reed?” Cynthia calmly rearranged the skirt to hide her legs once more.

Sonia took a few deep breaths to regain her composure. She had a complicated look in her eyes as she stared at Cynthia before she nodded gently. “I was a bit shocked. Your legs…”

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did this.” Cynthia kept her cool as she informed Sonia of the culprit behind

told me you hate Tina, and then you showed me your legs, so it was easy enough for

a little black dress from Doir. It was a short bodycon dress, and the slim-fit

the sales assistant told her that her legs were on the short side and looked a little too full, so the dress wouldn’t suit her. I was standing beside Tina at the time, and the sales assistant then said that my legs looked good and that I would suit this dress well. Just because of what the sales assistant said, Tina immediately started resenting me.

were bloodshot and filled with

be scalded by a kettle of boiling

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death. If it had not been for the sudden appearance of a maid and Tina being afraid that she’d be labeled a killer, I’m willing to bet that she would not have called an ambulance for me. She would’ve loved to see me die, just like that. When I was writhing around on the floor in pain, she stood right beside me and laughed gleefully at the sight. She didn’t feel any sense of anxiety or regret

to me, shedding crocodile tears and insisting that she didn’t do it on purpose. She

that slip out of her hand so easily? Also, if it had been an accident, she would’ve called the ambulance from the start and tried

tell anyone else. I had to try and convince myself that she didn’t do it on purpose because I knew that my family relied on the Gray Family’s support. My parents could use this opportunity to gain more benefits from the Gray Family. Either way, my lot in life is to be sacrificed for the family’s glory anyway, so I was willing

but I could tell there were scars made from other kinds

birthday. I was one of her lackeys, so naturally, I was invited, and I went. During the party, the birthday girl had to pour the champagne down the tower herself. She stood on a stool and poured the champagne as planned at first, but

escape,” Sonia

her lip. “That’s right. I hadn’t fully recovered yet and was still in a wheelchair. The champagne tower came down too quickly. Even someone with fully functioning legs might not have been able to escape in time, let alone someone in a wheelchair. I was buried under all the champagne glasses, which shattered all around me. The stitches I got were for the cuts I got from the shards of glass. It

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