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The Heiress Revived from the Ashes
Chapter 189 A Mother’s Collapse
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The once meticulously dressed and elegant lady was nowhere to be seen. At this moment, she was like a flower that had lost its moisture, wilted and dull.
Alice had learned from Michael that both Elliot and Willow were in prison. Desperate to save them, she was trapped by her own injuries, confined to the hospital bed.
When Lauren entered, hatred blazed in Alice’s eyes. Her leg was broken because of Lauren, her children were jailed because of her. She wanted to tear Lauren apart.
Thrashing on the bed, she screamed, “How could I give birth to such a vicious creature? If anything happens to Elliot or Willow, I’ll drag you to hell with me!”
Lauren stood just out of reach, her expression calm as a still pond. She’d grown used to her mother’s venom. She watched, unmoved, as Alice ranted and raved.
She had time. She could wait.
After an hour, Alice collapsed, exhausted.
Only then did Lauren smile, a cold, mocking curve of her lips. “Madam Alice, I have something fascinating for you to see.”
She placed the documents on the bed.
Without thinking, Alice grabbed them, ready to tear them apart.
But Lauren’s voice stopped her. “Are you sure you don’t want to look? It’s full of your family’s dirty little
secrets.”
Secrets? Alice glared, but curiosity won. She glanced down.
Moments later, she shrieked, “Impossible! You forged this, you vile witch! You’re trying to drive a wedge between me and David!”
She shook her head violently, as if to banish the words. But tears betrayed her, streaming down her face. Her body trembled, shock and pain overwhelming her.
“No… it can’t be. David loves me, he wouldn’t do this…” Her voice quavered, hands shaking as the papers slipped from her grasp.
Her defenses crumbled, but she clung to denial. She’d always believed her family was perfect, her husband devoted, her children her pride. Now, it was all a lie, a web spun by David.
The coincidences were too many, Lauren lost the day she was born, her father dead three days later, the Pierce Group swiftly renamed under David’s control. She’d been too grief–stricken to question it then, clinging to David as her lifeline, blinding herself to the truth.
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