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."

Flora cried. terrified but not wanting

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,

consumed by jealousy, wanting to see

about to let go and

sweat, Tiffany slowly moved

truly want, is it? Think about it: if you go through with this, you'll be ruining your life.

attempted to reason with Bronte, hoping to appeal to whatever conscience she

merely sneered

think a few words will make me let this brat go?

lose what you love most! You want me to let this brat go? Fine, get on your knees and beg! Then I'll

eyes were bloodshot, staring at

version of this book for free.

as Tiffany was about to kneel, sirens blared from below. Bronte's face changed, and

told you to come alone!" Bronte was furious, holding Flora over the edge, making

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

Flora go. There's still a way out. I can give you money to leave Harmony City. We won't press

Bronte's hand, afraid

set up an inflatable mat and prepared to

no way out.

even if I die, I'll take your

Tiffany. She

I'll kneel! Just let Flora go. Take me instead. She's just a child. Don't

wanting Flora to get

voice hoarse, calling for

seemed to reach Bronte. She brought Flora closer,

to come.