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Chapter 554
“On my 22nd birthday.” Christy said, “When I got home, Monique actually prepared a cake for me.”
“How happy I was! She even poured me juice in person.”
“Unfortunately, she didn’t care about me. She didn’t know that I was allergic to mango juice. I didn’t
drink the mango juice at all. After I fell asleep in the evening, she came to my room.”
The door creaked and Monique did not turn on the light. She just stood at the door and looked at her
daughter on the bed. After a long time, she coughed twice and then took out her mobile phone to make
a phone call.
She added drugs to the mango juice. Monique must have thought that Christy had fainted, so she did
not avoid her. Her voice was mixed with the wind coming in from outside the window. “… Well, she’s
already fainted.”
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇt“Now?” Monique paused and said, “Does she have to die?”
No one knew what kind of answer the other party gave her. She didn’t speak for a long time, but
Christy, who was pretending to be asleep on the bed, seemed to have been struck by thunder.
What was Monique talking about? Death? Who was going to die?!
Christy’s body was covered with a layer of cold sweat, and she felt cold all over on one of the days in
October.
“Okay,” Monique spoke again in a very soft voice. “After all, she’s my daughter… I hope she doesn’t
feel any pain.” The last sentence was almost humble. “… Is that okay?”
The other party might have agreed. Monique said, “Then let them come up.”
Christy felt a chill run down her spine.
She always thought that her mother just didn’t love her, but she didn’t expect that her mother would kill
her!
About a few minutes later, or perhaps a century later, Christy was curled up in the quilt. At some point,
tears were streaming down her face.
She heard the sound of Monique opening the door, and then a few men entered the room. One of them
dragged her out of the quilt easily like a pair of iron pliers. Christy could no longer control herself and
started screaming. She cried and struggled. The other party probably did not expect her to resist. He
was caught off guard for a moment, and Christy broke free.
However, there were four or five big men in the room. Where could Christy hide?
She was dragged out of the bedroom.
The lights in the living room were dazzling, and there was still an unfinished cake on the table. Christy
cried in a hoarse voice, “Monique… Monique, you don’t deserve to be my mother! You don’t deserve to
be loved by my father!”
Monique stood by the wall and looked at her daughter, who was in a mess, with no expression on her
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Christy didn’t know what she was thinking, and she didn’t care what Monique was thinking. When she
was dragged out of the door, those resentments finally broke out. “…Monique, you killed my father, and
you’re going to kill me now! How could there be such a cruel person like you…”
Her eyes were red like a cornered beast. “Look! Turn around! My dad jumped down from the window.
He called you before he died, didn’t he? He was so humble and wanted to see you one last time, but
what did you do?! Monique…”
The men seemed to think that she was too noisy. They reached out to cover her mouth. Monique’s
mouth twitched and she said, “Christy, I…”
“You don’t deserve it!” Christy cried, “You don’t deserve to call me that! You’re not my mother! You’re
not!”
Monique turned her head awkwardly. She seemed to have been angered by Christy. She covered her
chest and coughed for a long time before she slowly said, “… I’m sorry.”
She walked up to Christy and looked at her tearful face. She closed her eyes and said to the leader
who had been watching coldly, “Sorry, I give up.”