"My daughter is my only priority. I don't care what she's done. So what if she stole your money? I know a dozen ways to fix this for her." Wendy pulled a pair of sunglasses from her bag and slid them on, radiating dominance from head to toe.
She took in the sight of Valeria, trembling with rage, and said, "If I were you, I'd take the five million dollars and walk away. Let's be real—you'll never make that much in your lifetime. From this point on, I don't want to hear about you and Margaret ever again.
"Whether you live or die, it's got nothing to do with me."
"All these years, Grandma never stopped thinking about you. Don't worry. Finding out you were my birth mother was the moment I lost any desire to know you. And frankly, I find it revolting," Valeria said, her lips curled into a cold smile.
Her words hit Wendy like a punch to the gut. Wendy's voice cracked and sharpened; her grace was nowhere to be found.
She spat, "You're all a family of leeches! You ruined me! If it hadn't been for giving birth to you, my lover and I could've had our own child by now, I swear. I regret it. I should've used every ounce of my strength I had to choke the life out of you."
The elegant woman before her now had red eyes, and her voice was laced with venom.
At that moment, Wendy reminded Valeria so much of Jennifer.
Valeria let out a bitter laugh.
The woman standing before her felt unfamiliar, aloof, and exactly the same as she had been eight years ago, still radiating that same overbearing arrogance.
Back then, Valeria had even given her an excuse—telling herself Wendy didn't know Valeria was her daughter when she accused Valeria of those lies.
That was why Wendy had been so quick to accuse her eight years ago.
So Wendy had known all along.
Valeria took the card and turned to leave.
She had no reason to turn down that five million dollars to sever her bond with Wendy as mother and daughter, as well as to wipe out Margaret's years of raising her.
Besides, Margaret needed that money for the next stage of treatment.
She would never feel anything for Wendy again. Not even the faintest trace. She never had in the first place. There never would be, either.


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