Chapter 550
Olga shook her head, her face as pale as a ghost. “No, that can’t be.”
“Believe it or not, that’s on you.” Arabella had already anticipated her reaction and said nonchalantly, “By the way, before I came here, I had a DNA test done. Attlee and Grandma aren’t blood–related.”
Olga turned even paler, as if the last glimmer of hope had vanished. She whispered, “No, that’s not true.”
If Attlee and Grace weren’t blood related, then Attlee had zero ties with the Murphy family. They can’t inherit anything from the Murphy family, and, on the contrary, Arabella won’t let them off the hook because of past relationships.
No wonder Arabella was so ruthless at the engagement party, humiliating them. She even slapped her and kicked her.
So, Arabella knew about this all along.
Before, Arabella helped them because Attlee was Grace’s only son!
But now
“You’re lying! You’re lying! You’re making this up!” Olga shouted, “You just want to see me make a fool of myself, so you made up this excuse!”
“You’re pathetic.” Arabella gave her a cold look, then casually turned to her henchmen and said, “You two, have fun torturing her.”
“Arabella, Arabella!” As Olga saw Arabella’s retreating figure, she rushed forward, begging on her knees, “Please spare my life. I didn’t mean to kill your Grandma!” Arabella tumed around, seeing her crying her eyes out and trembling with fear. She said indifferently, “You’re begging me not because you realize your mistakes, but because you know your last hope is gone.”
Without the protection of blood ties, it would be easy for Arabella to deal with them.
“Arabella, we’ve been together for 18 years, and even though wasn’t much in your life, I still considered you my daughter! It was all because of the priest’s nonsense. The day you were born, there was a fire and an explosion in the hospital. A few days later, Attlee and I went to the church to pray and met a priest. He said a daughter would bring misfortune to our life, making our future hard. We thought about the fire on your birth day, and on the way back from the church, I fell down some steps. So, we distanced ourselves from you and handed you over to Grace. I was too trusting in what the priest said.”
So, that was it.
Arabella laughed coldly, saying, “The priest was pretty accurate.”
Olga was stunned, not understanding what Arabella meant.
“Yolanda is indeed the curse in your life, not me. She’s the one who ruined you.” With that, Arabella turned and walked away.
Olga collapsed on the ground, only realizing after much thought that since they brought Yolanda home, the Murphy family had indeed faced many difficulties. Could it be that the misfortune the priest spoke of wasn’t about Arabella but about Yolanda?
With that thought, Olga was filled with regret. She hadn’t expected that believing in the priest’s words would put her in such a predicament.
If she had been a bit nicer to Arabella over the past 18 years, perhaps her fate would be different.
After Arabella left, her henchmen took turns torturing Olga, dunking her head underwater until she was about to suffocate, then letting her come up for air, and repeating it.
They also physically abused her, tormenting her for a while.
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