NovelAppEunice sat at the edge of the bed, stirring a bowl of medicine with a concerned look on her face. As she saw Louisa bolt upright,
she asked in a gentle tone, "Awake now? Bad dream?"
Gasping for breath and still shaken, Louisa surveyed her surroundings, realizing she was sitting in her bed, with Eunice by her side.
The bedroom was bathed in a warm, yellow glow, and it was pitch dark outside.
"How did | fall asleep." Louisa's mind was still haunted by the image of her daughter being bullied, and her voice trembled as
though she hadn't quite escaped the clutches of the nightmare.
"You fainted from stress. The doctor prescribed you smedication. It's a bit hot, but you can drink it in a bit," Eunice said as she
set down the bowl and gently rubbed Louisa's back. "What nightmare did you have?"
"I dreamed that Bella was being tormented by that old hag." Louisa's voice cracked, and tears welled up in her eyes once again.
Even though it was just a dream, the mere thought of Bella actually having been mistreated by that woman in real life filled her
with self-loathing. She despised herself for not seeing through the old woman's facade sooner, for not protecting her own daughter,
for letting her child suffer right under her nose.
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The more she thought about it, the more sorrowful she became, tears falling like pearls off a string.
"Stop blaming yourself," Eunice whispered soothingly. "What's done is done. You have to look forward. You treated that heartless
wretch like your own daughter; of course, you wouldn't suspect her of doing something so vile behind your back. Who would think
so ill of their own child without reason, linking them with poisoning or hiring a hitman."
Louisa's face was streaked with tears. Because they had trusted that wretch so much, based on past impressions of her innocence
and kindness, they ended up allowing their own daughter to be wronged, nearly losing her life.
"Where's my phone?" Louisa choked out, "I want to call Bella."
"Her phone's broken, call Romeo instead." Eunice navigated through her contacts, found Romeo's number, and handed over the
phone. "I'll let Kenneth know you're awake, so he won't worry."
"Where is he now?" Louisa lifted her gaze to ask.
"He's just like you, heartbroken and angry. Bard's trying to console him." Eunice stood up. "I'll be right back."
Louisa nodded and dialed Romeo's number.
He picked up quickly.
"Romeo, are you with Bella?" Louisa tried to suppress her sobs, attempting to sound normal. "What about that old witch Martha? |
sent people to fetch her."
"She's dead," Romeo's calm voice cfrom the other end. "Her own goon knocked her off the eighteenth floor."
He knew about it from Bella; it was Martha's man who accidentally hit Martha, sending her plummeting. No one to blame, really.
And of course, she got what she deserved.
"That's what they call poetic justice." Louisa gritted her teeth, "But it's too easy a death for her, without giving her a good
thrashing first."
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"Bella did," Romeo said softly. "After the explosion at the derelict building, she was probably burned to ashes."
At this news, Louisa felt a slight sense of relief. "Where's Bella now? | need to talk to her."
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translation team!. For sreason, she longed for her daughter, yearning to see her.
Romeo glanced at the person next to him, "She's asleep."
"Is she unwell? Or did she faint from her injuries?" Louisa couldn't help but worry. "Where are you now? In a hospital?"
"It's past three in the morning here; she's just a little sleepy,” Romeo explained. "We're in the car, planning to catch a flight back
hsoon."
At that moment, Louisa remembered the tdifference between them!
She had completely forgotten!!
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