Shattered Rose He Held On Tight novel Chapter 302

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It was because Lydia cried so hard that day that Wilson told the kids he’d send the cat away to

starve.

But had that given someone the chance to use them?

His chest felt like a thorned knife had stabbed right through.

The screen kept playing. This time, a young man appeared.

He looked tired, worn out, and a little guilty when he faced the camera.

“That crash … someone paid my dad to do it,” he said quietly.

“I was sick back then, and we needed money. That woman said she didn’t have much time left to live. She said if we staged an accident, it could change two kids‘ lives.”

He paused, looking uneasy. “But later, my dad found out she didn’t just want herself to die. There was also a little girl–about five or six–at the scene with her. Luckily, a stray cat tripped that kid, or else things could’ve gone worse.

“My mom told me all this before she passed away. She said if anyone ever came asking, I should tell the truth and not hide anything.”

He pressed his lips together. “My parents only realized later that woman might have other plots. But at the time, I needed money for surgery. They had no choice but to lie. I’m willing to take the blame for them.”

In the last second of the video, he looked straight at the camera. “If that girl from back then is still alive, I want to say I’m sorry.”

The screen went dark. The room was pin–drop quiet except for Lottie’s sobs.

A little while ago, people thought Zoey was the unlucky one, stuck with a bad sister. Now, after seeing this, they felt Zoey was just as cold–maybe even worse.

No one in the room was dumb. They all saw what had really happened.

She’d used the last few months of her life to step over her innocent niece, just so her own kid could have a better future. Zoey was ruthless.

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Chapter 302 Go to Hell

Everyone there was shaken by how cruel people could really be.

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The box in Lottie’s hands matched the video–only with more proof: diagnosis papers, transaction records, and other details.

Her eyes felt like they were pouring blood as she flipped to the last page of a diary.

Zoey used to keep a diary. It was that diary that once told Lottie that Zoey had a crush on Wilson.

And before she died, Zoey had written things that showed her plans.

Her last line was a sneer aimed at Lottie.

“My sister’s naïve and foolish, but she’s got luck on her side. Too bad she’s meant to lose to me. Death isn’t the scary part. Our messed–up fates will get set right in the next generation. Lottie, goodbye.”

“Ah-!” Lottie let out a terrible, ripping scream. She tore the diary to pieces with all her strength.

“Zoey! You made my life a living hell! But what did my daughter ever do wrong?!” she screamed, cursing loudly.

Seeing the portrait brought by Clint, she went crazy. She grabbed the cake knife from the table and lunged toward it.

The man holding the portrait froze at her wild look, then tossed the portrait as far as he could onto the lawn.

He thought carrying the photo would be the easiest thing, that’s why he jumped at the chance. But no one ever mentioned the risks.

Lottie lost all sense of reason. She knelt, eyes bloodshot, stabbing at Zoey’s photo again and again with the knife.

“I’ll kill you! I’ll kill you! Zoey! Haha–why? Why? You came after me! Come and get me then! My Claudia, my poor little girl–aaaahhh! Even if you’re dead, you’re going to hell. To hell!”

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