“Look at these photos! You disgust me!” Julian leaned down, snatched an envelope from the coffee table, pulled out a thick stack of pictures, and hurled them at me. Dozens of photos scattered instantly, fluttering wildly before landing all over the floor. I stared at Julian, utterly bewildered, then picked up one that had landed on the sofa in front of me. “This…” My voice died in my throat the moment I saw the picture, my wide, innocent eyes staring, round as saucers. I quickly gathered all the photos around me. Each one showed a naked man and woman passionately entangled in a luxurious King-Size hotel bed, doing things that made my face burn with shame. And the woman in the photos was me. “What ‘this’? I never would have thought that Chloe Davis, the heiress of the mighty Davis Empire, would stoop to such shameless acts!” Julian roared, his voice deafening, laced with uncontrollable fury. “No, I didn’t, Julian. I’ve never done anything to betray you…” I reached out, tugging at the hem of his jacket, pleading pitifully, tears welling in my eyes. He violently my hand away and took a few steps forward. “Enough! The evidence is right in front of me. Stop your act; it makes me sick.” I slumped onto the sofa, sobbing helplessly. “Mrs. Jenkins, bring the medicine over for her.” Julian’s thin lips pressed together as if he’d made a grave decision, then he suddenly called out. Mrs. Jenkins walked straight over, holding a small white porcelain bowl in her hands. “What medicine?” I lifted my head at his words, my swollen eyes questioning Mrs. Jenkins. “Young Master, this…” Mrs. Jenkins looked at Julian, a hint of difficulty in her expression. “Abortion pills,” he pronounced, the words chillingly firm. Boom! It felt like a thunderclap had exploded in my mind. I slapped the bowl out of Mrs. Jenkins’ hand and stood up. “Julian Thorne, are you insane? You’re making me drink abortion pills!” “Why else would I keep that bastard child?!” Julian was clearly enraged by my outburst. He turned, his voice dark and menacing. “It’s your child, it’s not a bastard! It’s not!” I shrieked, my voice raw and hoarse. “Enough!” Julian roared. He took a massive stride forward and suddenly gripped my neck. “Today, you will drink this medicine, whether you want to or not!” I struggled desperately, but I couldn’t break free from his iron grip. My face turned crimson from lack of oxygen. Soon, Mrs. Jenkins brought another bowl, and Julian finally released his hand from my throat. “Cough, cough,” I gasped, sucking in fresh air, but Julian roughly shoved me back, pinning me beneath him. “You… you can’t do this to me!” My hands were firmly pressed down by his leg, unable to move. Only my feet flailed wildly, but it was useless. “Why can’t I? Who do you think you are?” Julian’s eyes gleamed with a chilling coldness. He pinched my chin with one hand, forcing my head up, and took the medicine bowl from Mrs. Jenkins with the other. “Julian, I beg you, don’t do this to me! Please, don’t!” My tears gushed out like a broken dam. I pleaded, my voice hoarse from crying. But the man was heartless, completely unmoved. He ignored my pleas, not even a flicker of emotion crossing his face. He brought the bowl to my lips and forcefully poured the liquid down my throat. “Cough, cough, cough…” I choked violently, the bitter concoction spilling over me, though most of it was forced down. “Mrs. Jenkins, from today onwards, without my permission, my wife won’t be allowed to step foot outside this villa.” Julian stood up, casting a disdainful glance at me crumpled on the sofa, issuing his command like an arrogant king. “You!” I started to speak, but a knife-twisting pain suddenly erupted in my lower abdomen. I clutched my stomach and curled up on the sofa. Blood seeped from beneath my dress, quickly staining the fabric. I felt a wet warmth spreading, and I struggled to speak to Julian, “Please, save my baby…” But the man remained completely indifferent, not even sparing me a glance before he stormed out the door. The pain was so intense that my whole body slid from the sofa to the floor, large beads of sweat trickled down my forehead. Mrs. Jenkins had quietly retreated at some point, and in the vast villa, only my agonizing moans could be faintly heard. I felt as if my child was slipping away with every passing second, yet I was utterly helpless, my lips parched and pale. There was no one to even call for help. The intense pain spread from my stomach throughout my entire body. Tears mingled with sweat and the blood on my dress, soaking my clothes in a truly horrific sight. Before long, the pain consumed me, and I lost consciousness. When I woke again, I was in this familiar room, dressed in clean clothes. This had once been our bridal suite, every corner filled with memories of our happy moments. But now, the entire room felt chillingly cold, like a faded painting devoid of color, lifeless and desolate. Instinctively, I placed a hand on my lower abdomen, but my flat stomach was a cruel reminder: my baby was gone. Tears sprang from my eyes again, soaking the pillow beneath me. I longed to cry my heart out, but at that moment, I could only weep silently, my sobs almost imperceptible. Since I woke up, Mrs. Jenkins had brought me three meals a day on a small tray, but I hadn’t touched a drop of food or water. I felt like a hollow shell, a walking corpse. I’d open my eyes and simply stare blankly out the window for an entire day. And so, on the third day, Julian appeared. Still half-asleep, I felt a massive jolt. When I opened my eyes, I was already being dragged from the bed, my weak body roughly pressed against the dining table by Julian. “Eat,” he said, his voice cold, as he leaned one hand on the table, standing inches from me. I didn’t even lift an eyelid, my gaze still vacant and distant, my face utterly devoid of emotion. “You’re going to eat, do you hear me!” Julian snarled, grabbing the bowl of porridge from the table and shoving it into my hands, his intensity as if he could devour me whole. But I slowly, deliberately, placed the bowl back on the table, a slight curve to my lips. “What, are you afraid I’ll starve to death?” “Afraid? You think too highly of yourself. You gave me such a huge slap in the face; I haven’t tormented you enough yet. How could I let you die so easily?” Julian’s voice echoed like a demon’s in my ears. For a moment, my eyes widened. I couldn’t understand where the loving, tender Julian I once knew had gone. The man before me was so cold, it was as if we were strangers. He picked up the bowl again, scooping a large spoonful of porridge, and brought it to my lips. But I suddenly recoiled, standing up and putting distance between us. When Mrs. Jenkins called him, telling him I hadn’t eaten or drunk anything for two days, he’d dropped everything and rushed back without a thought. This foolish woman, trying to go on a hunger strike. Fine, she thought this would set her free, did she? Dream on! Julian took a large sip from the porridge bowl, then closed the distance between us in a few quick strides. Seeing him approach, I instinctively backed away, my eyes wide, as if I were looking at something utterly repulsive. “Ah!” My lower back hit the window railing, and I cried out in pain. Before I could react, Julian had me cornered against the floor-to-ceiling window. I looked up into his eyes. “What are you doin’…” My words were cut short as Julian’s kiss landed precisely on my lips. I struggled fiercely, but he held me tight against him, my hands pinned behind my back, his arm clamped around my waist. Then, slowly, he forced the porridge from his mouth into mine, making me swallow every drop. “You!” I glared at him indignantly, frantically wiping my lips. “Well, are you going to finish the porridge obediently, or do you want me to keep feeding you?” Julian asked playfully. “I’ll drink it myself!” I glared back at him. “Good, saves us both trouble.” And so, under Julian’s watchful eye, I finished the entire bowl of porridge. Afterward, Julian didn’t linger. He gave a couple of instructions to Mrs. Jenkins and then left. Having witnessed this man’s ruthless methods, I sat motionless at the dining table, a bitter smile on my face. Was this truly the same man who had once sworn eternal love to me? It was all so unbelievable… Unexpectedly, Julian returned for dinner, sitting upright at the dining table. Seeing me descend the stairs, ready to eat, a faint, almost imperceptible smirk touched his lips. It seemed I was still obedient. Perhaps it was due to the days without food or water, but my face was pale. My once form-fitting loungewear now hung loosely on my frame, making me appear even more fragile and bony. Looking at Julian’s still handsome face, my heart ached. I walked over, pulled out a chair, and sat down. “Let’s get a divorce,” I said calmly, without anger, as soon as I was seated. “What did you say?” Julian was visibly startled; he hadn’t expected me to say that. “Divorce,” I repeated, my face expressionless. He tugged at his tie with long fingers, clearly irritated. “Chloe Davis, have you lost your damn mind?” “You…” I closed my eyes in pain, as if recalling something terribly hurtful, and whispered, “You could lay hands on your own flesh and blood. Why keep me by your side?” “My own flesh and blood?” Julian sneered, lifting his gaze to my face. “Even now, you’re still trying to deny it? If the woman in those photos isn’t you, then who is it? Go on, explain it to me. Do you have a long-lost sister?” “…” I pressed my lips together, unable to utter a single word in my defense. I had been the Davis family’s only darling daughter since childhood; how could I have a sister, let alone an identical twin? Yet, I swore I had never done anything like that with another man… Unbeknownst to me, Julian had risen and walked behind me. He suddenly lifted me from the chair. “What are you doing?” I demanded, shaking myself awake. The next moment, his handsome face filled my vision, then he leaned down and claimed my lips. “Mmmph…” I desperately pounded on his chest, trying to push him away, but the man held my hands behind my back with one hand and tightly embraced my waist with the other, pressing me close against him. He had only intended to punish me slightly, to assert his undeniable dominance. But the moment he drew near and inhaled my unique fragrance, he was lost in it. The feeling of him intimately exploring my mouth made me feel even more humiliated, and my eyes welled up with fresh tears. *Plip!* A single hot tear dropped onto Julian’s chest, searing through his thin shirt. He looked down to see me, the woman in his arms, pouting and crying, and he instantly sobered. He roughly pushed me away, then turned and said, “Listen to me, woman. Even if we divorce, it’ll only happen when I’m tired of you. Otherwise, you’ll never leave me in this lifetime!” I staggered where he pushed me, his words leaving a bitter taste in my mouth. “Hello? Be at the Thorne mansion in half an hour. Now.” Julian said coldly into his phone, then turned and left the dining room. “Damn it!” Julian cursed under his breath as he walked into the living room and sat on the sofa. The president of the mighty Thorne Corporation, flustered and agitated over a woman? It must be because he hadn’t touched a woman in too long, so he called for Serena Price, a prominent socialite from Olympus City’s elite circles. There had been countless women who pursued him, but his reputation as a doting husband was also well-known throughout Olympus City, breaking many young women’s hearts. But now, this woman, whom he had once held so dear, dared to betray him. He would make sure she understood the consequences of betrayal! He had told himself more than once that he absolutely couldn’t fall for such a woman again! Yet, he had to admit, for a fleeting moment just now, he had truly lost himself. A short while later, the doorbell rang urgently, and Mrs. Jenkins quickly went to open it. “Julian, did you miss me?” A syrupy sweet voice cooed, and a woman in a tight black dress sashayed in, her voluptuous figure swaying provocatively, the body-con design accentuating her curves. It was Serena Price, the mayor’s daughter. Her chestnut-brown waves cascaded over her shoulders, and the strapless design exposed her alluring collarbones. Her bright, expressive eyes fixed on Julian, who was seated on the sofa, from the moment she entered. She walked directly towards the man she had admired for so long, wrapped her arms around his neck, and settled onto his lap, leaning in to offer her vivid red lips. Julian frowned, his handsome brows furrowing in displeasure, and subtly shifted, expertly dodging her advance. The woman in his lap froze, looking at his action. Hadn’t he called her here himself? For some reason, he felt no interest in the woman eagerly offering herself to him. In fact, he felt a slight resistance. But then, his eyes caught a glimpse of my figure standing in the dining room doorway, looking on, and a harsh glint flashed in his eyes. He took control, gripping the back of the woman’s neck and pressing his lips to hers. Tears streamed down my face. The scene in the living room assaulted my eyes and nerves. I turned my head, wanting to avert my gaze from this revolting live-action show, yet my legs felt like lead, stuck to the spot. “Oh, I want you~” Serena cooed, a sound that sent shivers down my spine. My red, swollen eyes followed the sound. Feeling my gaze, Julian looked at the stunning woman beneath him, a husky laugh escaping his throat as he playfully chided, “You little tease~” Julian stood up, still holding the woman in his arms, and swept her into his arms, heading towards the bedroom on the second floor. As he passed the dining room doorway, he didn’t even glance at me, completely ignoring my living presence. Only the woman in his arms looked at me standing there, every expression on her face oozing with blatant provocation and triumph. She tightened her arms around Julian, proudly asserting her claim. Watching their retreating figures, my heart turned to dust. If everything before had been a misunderstanding, perhaps there might have been some faint hope of forgiveness. But now, he was intimately involved with another woman right in front of me! I felt as though my heart was being stabbed by dozens of knives, suffocating me. All the love between us, at that moment, was extinguished and vanished completely. I stared at the closed bedroom door upstairs, wiped the tears from my face, and returned to my own room. Back in the empty bedroom, although the soundproofing was excellent and I couldn’t hear a single sound from next door, my mind kept replaying the horrifying image of my husband being intimate with another woman on the bed. A splitting headache pulsed through me, and I slid down the wall, sinking to the floor. I frantically pounded my head, trying to force these sickening thoughts away, but the more I tried to escape, the clearer the images became. “Oh no! The young madam has tried to kill herself!” With Mrs. Jenkins’ scream, the entire Thorne mansion erupted in chaos. Julian rushed out of the adjacent room. When he saw me lying in a pool of blood, he felt his vision darken, utterly lost and bewildered. His crimson eyes blazed with a murderous rage, his heart pounding erratically. He had never been so rattled; he wouldn’t even blink when signing billion-dollar deals for the corporation, but now, seeing this scene, he was truly panicked. He was terrified of losing me like this. On the floor beside me lay a blood-stained fruit knife. There was a long, deep gash on my slender wrist, and bright, startling blood continued to gush out… “Ah!” Serena, who had arrived shortly after, shrieked, her face turning ashen as she stumbled back a few steps. Just then, the wail of an ambulance sounded from outside the villa. Julian’s furious eyes shot a glare at Serena. Without a word, he scooped me up from the pool of blood and stormed out the door. *Chloe Davis, you can’t die. You’re not allowed to die without my permission! You foolish woman, do you think this is how you’ll get away? If you dare to die like this, I’ll haunt you even as a ghost!* The ambulance quickly arrived at the hospital. I was lifted from the stretcher by the accompanying doctors and nurses and rushed into the hospital. Julian clung tightly to the railing of the stretcher, jogging alongside as we moved towards the operating room. “Patient name: Chloe Davis, female, attempted suicide by wrist laceration, severe blood loss. Emergency hemostasis was performed in the ambulance…” The accompanying nurse calmly and swiftly reported my condition to the emergency doctor walking towards them. “Understood. Notify the blood bank to prepare for transfusion.” Julian’s heart, like the slowly closing operating room doors, rose higher and higher, lodged in his throat. He couldn’t imagine what would have happened if Mrs. Jenkins hadn’t gone to my bedroom to bring me food, worried that I hadn’t eaten dinner, and found me… If she had waited until the next day, all that would have awaited him was a cold corpse. *Chloe Davis, how could you be so cruel!* Soon after, my adoptive parents, Mr. and Mrs. Davis, also arrived at the hospital, waiting anxiously outside the operating room. *Bang!* The operating room doors burst open, and a disoriented young nurse stumbled out. A crowd of people immediately surged forward. “The patient has a rare RH-negative blood type. Our hospital’s blood bank is currently low on this blood. Are there any relatives here? We need a family member to donate blood,” the young nurse anxiously looked up at the surging crowd. But they only looked at each other, their faces filled with complex expressions. “How can Chloe have RH-negative blood? No one in our family has this blood type…” Mr. Davis turned to my adoptive mother, Mrs. Thompson, his face bearing an unquestionable authority. “Why are you looking at me? How would I know?” Mrs. Thompson’s face was tinged with sharp indignation. The atmosphere instantly turned hostile. A dark secret of the elite was about to spill. — Cut-off Point — “Sir, Madam, let me donate blood for Chloe. I am RH-negative,” Maria Miller, a housekeeper, suddenly spoke from behind. Everyone turned to look. A woman in her forties, her expression heavy, slowly walked forward. “You?” Mrs. Thompson’s face showed a hint of intriguing suspicion. Mr. Davis, however, seemed to suddenly remember something, his eyes widening as he looked at Maria, but then he abruptly shook his head, finally letting out a deep sigh. “Go and donate blood first. Saving a life is urgent.” His voice turned old and hollow, filled with a palpable sense of weariness that struck anyone who heard it. The nurse quickly led Maria into the operating room. But Mrs. Thompson suddenly acted as if she’d gone mad, grabbing Mr. Davis and shouting, “What’s going on? Why does she have the same blood type as Chloe! Mr. Davis, you better explain this to me!” “I don’t know either, I just asked her to go and donate blood for Chloe first,” Mr. Davis replied dismissively, his thoughts drifting back to that stormy night over twenty years ago… It was a night of pouring rain and fierce winds. The Davis Corporation was still on the rise back then, and Mr. Davis, having just lost a multi-million-dollar deal, was utterly devastated. He returned to the Davis mansion utterly drunk. He swayed at the entrance, struggling for a long time to take off his shoes. “Sir, you’re back.” Maria Miller, then just a girl in her early twenties, had not yet been called Mrs. Miller. “Maria, it’s you. Where’s Mrs. Davis?” Mr. Davis squinted his drunken eyes, trying to steady himself as he spoke to her. Maria saw him struggling with his shoes and quickly knelt down to help him take them off. “Sir, why did you drink so much? Mrs. Davis had an afternoon tea appointment; she hasn’t returned yet.” “Oh,” Mr. Davis secretly let out a sigh of relief. Maria looked at Mr. Davis’s dejected state, her heart aching for him. He always treated the staff so well, and he was so charming and dashing. Over time, she couldn’t help but develop some feelings for him. Mrs. Thompson’s family held immense power, openly and subtly assisting his career for years. If she found out he’d messed up such a huge deal, he couldn’t imagine how much she would scold him. But after so many years of marriage, they still had no children, and the thought alone gave Mr. Davis a splitting headache. Yet, he dared not express his frustration. The alcohol’s effects wore off considerably. Mr. Davis, with a droopy head, walked forlornly upstairs and went directly into his bedroom. *Knock, knock, knock…* A knock sounded at the door. “Sir, I’ve warmed you a hangover tea,” Maria called from outside the door. But there was no sound from the room for a long time. Maria knocked again hesitantly, then, worried, pushed the door open and entered. As soon as the door opened, a pungent smell of alcohol assailed her. Maria frowned, waved her hand in front of her face a couple of times, and walked into the room. “So thirsty, thirsty…” Mr. Davis, completely passed out from drinking, lay sprawled on the bed, mumbling incoherently. Maria quickly walked over and placed the hangover tea on the bedside table. “Sir, wake up, wake up.” Maria knelt by the bed, gently shaking the drunken Mr. Davis. “Get up and drink some hangover tea.” Mr. Davis groggily half-opened his eyes and, with Maria’s help, sat up. Perhaps truly thirsty, he took the hangover tea and drank it all in one gulp. Maria had just set the empty teacup aside when she turned around to find Mr. Davis had already fallen back asleep, his head lolling to the side. She smiled helplessly, stood up, and slowly helped him lie down, even tucking the blanket around him thoughtfully. Just as she picked up the teacup and turned to leave, a sudden dizzy spell hit her. A strong hand pulled her onto the bed. The teacup clattered to the floor with a *thump* at the same moment Mr. Davis’s kiss descended upon her… *Bang!* The operating room doors slowly opened, interrupting Mr. Davis’s thoughts. I was wheeled out on a hospital bed, and Maria also emerged, supported by a nurse. At this moment, my adoptive mother, Mrs. Thompson, didn’t immediately rush to embrace me, her eyes filled more with scrutiny. She looked at my face, then at Maria, who had just emerged, and her suspicions solidified. “The patient is out of danger. She should wake up after some rest, but will need to stay for observation for two days,” the doctor said, taking off his mask and advising the family. The group followed my bed to a VIP room. Julian had to leave due to other engagements, and this was clearly a Davis family matter, so even as a son-in-law, it was inappropriate for him to stay. Mrs. Thompson was the first to sit in the chair by my bed, while Mr. Davis and Maria stood by. Watching the doctors and nurses busy themselves attending to me, who had just been transferred to the room, I felt an indescribable mix of emotions. It had taken so many years of marriage to have a daughter, so I had been given boundless love and care since childhood. But now, after more than twenty years, and with me already married, they discovered… After the doctors and nurses had left, only Mr. and Mrs. Davis, and Maria remained in the large hospital room, apart from me, who lay unconscious on the bed. “Start talking. What exactly happened?” Mrs. Thompson’s eyes narrowed, making Maria shiver. “Darling, listen to me…” After a long silence, Mr. Davis slowly began. “You shut up! I want to hear what *she* has to say!” Mrs. Thompson exclaimed, pointing at Maria. The atmosphere instantly became tense. She and Mr. Davis stood by the bedside, looking at me lying there, feeling utterly heartbroken. A secret kept for over twenty years, it seemed, could no longer be hidden. “Madam, it’s all my fault. That year, I took advantage of Sir when he was drunk…” *Slap!* Mrs. Thompson suddenly stood up and delivered a stinging slap across Maria’s face. “Darling, what are you doing?” Mr. Davis quickly stepped forward, shielding Maria behind him. “What am I doing? Mr. Davis, this is all your doing! How dare you even ask me?” Mrs. Thompson reached past Mr. Davis and grabbed Maria’s arm. “So, Chloe is your daughter?” “Yes… yes, she is,” Maria replied, clutching her red and swollen face. “Then where is my daughter? Where is my daughter now?!” Mrs. Thompson’s eyes bulged with fury, as if spitting fire. She unconsciously tightened her grip on Maria’s arm, as if she wanted to crush her bones. “She… she…” Maria stammered evasively. “What happened to her?!” Mrs. Thompson demanded urgently, her voice carrying an irresistible authority. “Actually… Victoria is… your daughter…” Mrs. Thompson first froze, then suddenly burst into two harsh laughs before delivering another slap. “Oh, wonderful! My daughter suffered for so many years because of you, and you actually made me raise *your* daughter for over twenty years?” “Darling, you…” Mr. Davis started to speak, but meeting Mrs. Thompson’s furious gaze, he swallowed his words and said no more. “You shut up!” Mrs. Thompson turned and swung her fists at Mr. Davis. “Did the two of you plan this? Have you known about this all along? Have you?!” Mr. Davis gripped Mrs. Thompson’s wildly flailing hands, his brows furrowed in pain, and said, “What are you talking about? How would I know?” “How would you know? How could you *not* know where Chloe came from! My poor child suffered for over twenty years with this lowly woman!” Mrs. Thompson cried hysterically, her eyes red as she accused Mr. Davis. After learning such a shocking secret, any normal person would struggle to accept it, especially Mrs. Thompson, who was usually proud and arrogant. At that moment, she was utterly distraught. “Dad? Mom?” I was awakened by the arguments in the room. I slowly opened my tired eyes, propped myself up on one arm, and with difficulty, sat up in bed. Mr. Davis strode over, picked up a pillow, placed it behind me, and helped me sit up properly. “Mr. Davis, what are you doing?” Mrs. Thompson stepped forward, knocking his hand away from me and pulling him aside. “Mom?” I looked at my adoptive mother, confused. “Don’t call me Mom, I’m not your Mom!” Mrs. Thompson turned her face away, tears streaming down. After all, I was the daughter she had raised for over twenty years, cherished in her hands. Even though she now knew I wasn’t her biological child, twenty years of affection couldn’t be erased in an instant. “This… Mom, what’s wrong?” Seeing Mrs. Thompson’s distress and Mr. Davis’s hesitant expression, I was so anxious I almost leaped from the bed. “I told you, don’t call me Mom. *She’s* your mother!” Mrs. Thompson pointed at Maria. It was then that I saw Maria standing near the hospital room door, her slender frame huddled, her head bowed. Though I couldn’t clearly see her expression, I could vaguely see her trembling. My eyes widened in horror. I threw back the covers and got out of bed, but perhaps due to severe blood loss, I felt dizzy and fell to my knees on the floor. “Mom, what are you saying? How could she be…?” My eyes instantly blurred with tears. Mrs. Thompson looked at me, fallen to the floor, with a worried glance, instinctively reaching out to help, but immediately dismissed the thought and withdrew her outstretched hands. Maria heard the *thump* and looked up, her heart twisting like a knife to see her biological daughter kneeling on the cold floor. Her feet, as if by some ghostly force, moved a few steps forward, but Mrs. Thompson’s cold stare stopped her dead in her tracks. Only Mr. Davis knelt down, trying to help me up from the floor, but I tightly gripped his hand. “Dad, did you hear what Mom just said? She’s just kidding with me, right?” Looking at my hopeful eyes, even though the aging father’s heart was filled with boundless reluctance, he could only lower his head helplessly. “Dad, say something! What is going on? You’re all just playing a trick on me, right?” The hospital room fell silent. No one was willing to shatter my last hope. Even though Mrs. Thompson detested Maria, she opened her mouth but couldn’t bring herself to say anything that would hurt me further. “Let me tell you.” With a *bang*, the hospital room door was suddenly pushed open from outside. Almost simultaneously, everyone looked up towards the door. Victoria Thompson elegantly entered, walking to my front and kneeling down. Her slender hand grazed my haggard cheek, a hint of indescribable amusement on her face. Mrs. Thompson looked at Victoria walking in, her heart filled with joy, tears streaming down her face. This was her daughter, her *biological* daughter! “Victoria, why are you here?” Maria’s voice, thick with tears, sounded from behind. “Why am I here? How could I miss this wonderful show?” A flicker of hatred crossed Victoria’s eyes, suddenly making her look terrifying. She paused, staring intently at me. “What an arrogant young madam, thinking you’re still the cherished heiress of the Davis family?” My eyes were bloodshot, staring unblinkingly at Victoria. “What do you know? Tell me.” Apparently not expecting my calm, Victoria paused, then stood up and took a step back. She looked at me, still on the floor, and suddenly clapped her hands. “Indeed, you’ve been a fake heiress for over twenty years. You’ve certainly learned how to stay composed.” “What did you say?!” The words “fake heiress” pierced my ears like daggers. I gasped, my face instantly turning pale. “I said you’re fake. Did you hear me clearly?” Victoria declared, looking down at me, enunciating each word. These words also deeply wounded everyone present. I violently shook off Mr. Davis’s hand and stumbled to my feet. Meeting Victoria’s gaze, “You’re lying!” I screamed, using every ounce of my strength, swaying precariously. “I’m lying?” Victoria’s eyes were bloodshot, her expression suddenly becoming fierce and vicious. “Do you really think you’re a Davis heiress? You’re nothing but a bastard born to *that woman*!” I felt as if my soul had been ripped out; my whole body suddenly wilted and I staggered backward. But Victoria wouldn’t give up. She stepped forward, grasping my shoulder. “The real Davis heiress is me! You, Chloe Davis, stole the life that rightfully belonged to me!” “No, this isn’t true, this isn’t true!” Tears streamed down my face. I stood there lost, mumbling to myself. “Chloe!” Maria could no longer hold back. She stepped forward and grabbed my arm. “Don’t touch me!” I recoiled as if I had been contaminated by something unclean, distancing myself immediately, my eyes wary as I looked at this woman who was both familiar and a stranger. “What, Chloe Davis, you won’t even acknowledge your own mother?” Victoria’s mocking voice echoed in the room. I staggered to Mrs. Thompson, cautiously asking, “Mom, tell me, they’re not telling the truth, are they?” Mrs. Thompson looked up at my tear-streaked face, her heart aching. After all, I was the child she had raised for twenty years; how could she have no feelings for me? “Mom, tell me!” I asked again, my voice hoarse. “What she said… is… all true,” Mrs. Thompson slowly admitted. Upon receiving the answer, I suddenly fell back onto the floor. The waves of pain from my body had long numbed my nerves, because the pain in my heart at that moment was far more unbearable. I sat on the ground in despair, my eyes vacant, tears streaming down relentlessly. “It’s all my fault, all my fault! If it weren’t for my selfish moment…” Maria stood there, consumed by self-reproach. She looked at me sitting on the floor, then at Victoria standing before her, her heart feeling as if dozens of knives were slowly cutting into it.
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