"I know you can't wait to kill me. Let me be honest with you. I'm the culprit behind your beloved mother... Emily's suicide. But Vanessa, even after knowing the truth, is there anything you can do about it?" Fiona pulled Vanessa's head back and gently slid her fingers across her face. Then, she slapped Vanessa's face again several times. "I'm going to slap you and scold you all I want. What can you do about it?"
"What exactly did you do to my mother back then?" Vanessa was still in daze after being knocked unconscious and kidnapped to this secluded place. Before she could come back to her senses, she had to suffer the onslaught of slaps from Fiona. Not only her face was swollen, but she was starting to feel dizzy too. However, she was adamant about getting an answer. She needed to know what happened.
Emily's death had always been a psychological knot in Vanessa's heart. Vanessa knew that Fiona had something to do with the matter. However, there was nothing she could do about it as she was only about ten years old at that time.
Years later, when Vanessa tried to investigate Emily's suicide, Fiona had already gotten rid of all the evidences. As long as Fiona refused to admit her wrongdoings, no one could pin it on her. Now that a good opportunity was right in front of her, Vanessa was not going to let it slip away.
"You want to know the truth behind that b*tch's death? Fine. I'll tell you everything before you die!" Fiona then grabbed Vanessa's hair and dragged her to the middle of the empty space, saying, "Let's move to a spacious place for a mother-daughter talk."
Mother-daughter talk?
Only a shameless woman like Fiona could say something like that.
Vanessa's face was burning in pain. Furthermore, her scalp hurt so bad as if it were about to be ripped off. However, the pain was nothing compared to the hatred she had in her heart. She just had to hold it in for a little longer. Once Fiona spilled the truth, she would finally be able to obtain evidence of her crime.
"I still remember it was snowing heavily that day. It was so cold. I was pregnant when I went to look for her. I asked her to leave Marvin and give us her blessings. Not only did she not empathise with my situation, but she lashed out at me, calling me a mistress and the baby inside me an illegitimate child." As Fiona had a flashback to her past, her eyes were filled with hatred. She had always thought that she was a victim. It had never crossed her mind that her presence led to the destruction of a family.
"She was just saying the truth." Despite knowing her words would trigger Fiona, Vanessa still said it out. Fiona was in fact a mistress. Why weren't people allowed to label her as one? Vanessa felt that her mother didn' t do anything wrong. The only thing she did wrong was to commit suicide because of Fiona.
"Yes, I'm indeed a homewrecking mistress. I'm a mistress who is willing to do anything just for money. So what?" Fiona reached out and pulled Vanessa's hair with all her might. She managed to pull off a lock of Vannessa's hair. Seeing that her scalp was bleeding, Fiona felt oddly satisfied. "It doesn't matter even if I'm a mistress. Your mother died over ten years ago, and I'm the one standing here today. Only a living person can talk, what could a dead person do?"
"Did you kill her just because she scolded you for being a mistress?" Vanessa's head hurt so much that she almost lost consciousness. However, she gritted her teeth, enduring the pain. As long as she had not gotten evidence of Fiona's crime, she would not give up.
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