Twins Secret (Tiffany)

Chapter 118 Kneel Down and Kowtow to Me

Bronte glared at Flora's reddened ear, feeling it wasn't enough. Her life had been wrecked by Tiffany and these three kids, and she wanted nothing more than to end Tiffany. She dug her nails deeper into Flora's arm.

Flora bit her lip, tears streaming down her face, silently calling out for her mom, "Mommy, come save me. It hurts."

Suddenly, the rooftop door flew open.

Tiffany stood there, panting, her hair wild in the strong wind. Her eyes were frantic as

she looked at Bronte and Flora.

"Mommy!" Flora cried out, trying to run to Tiffany, but Bronte held her tight.

"Tiffany, you finally showed up. How do you feel now?"

Bronte tightened her grip on Flora's neck, making her face turn red.

Tiffany took a step forward, her voice hoarse and pleading. "Bronte, please... don't hurt Flora. I'll give you anything you want. Just let her go."

Tiffany begged Bronte, not daring to provoke her further. She feared Bronte might throw Flora off the roof in a fit of rage.

Bronte laughed, releasing Flora's neck but still holding her arm tightly.

"Tiffany, I never thought I'd see you like this. Watching you suffer makes me so happy! If it weren't for you, I'd be Mrs. Cooper by now! Leon would be mine! I hate you. I want you to suffer like I did! Tiffany, what do you think will happen if she's gone?"

Bronte's face twisted with malice. She dragged Flora to the edge of the rooftop, ready to let go.

"No!" Tiffany screamed, almost losing her balance. She steadied herself, her voice urgent. "Bronte, why hurt the kid? She's innocent. Just let her go and I'll talk to you."

not wanting anything to happen to

If you die, it means nothing. I want to make you suffer by losing the ones you love! You care about your kids the most, so I'll take away what you

by jealousy, wanting

to let go

sweat, Tiffany slowly moved

you go through with this,

reason with Bronte, hoping to appeal

sneered at

let this brat go? You're wrong!" Bronte pulled Flora back,

you love most! You want me

staring at Tiffany, excited to see her

of this book for free. Don't miss out on the

kneel, sirens blared from below. Bronte's

to come alone!" Bronte

didn't call them, Bronte. It was Lana, the director here, who

There's still a way out. I can give you money

Bronte's hand, afraid

the police set up an inflatable mat and prepared

had no way out. She couldn't back down

I'll take

Tiffany. She wanted to jump with

Just let Flora go. Take me instead.

pleaded, not wanting Flora to get

voice hoarse, calling for her

to reach Bronte. She brought Flora closer, gesturing

to come.