His Housewife Had Secret Identities novel Chapter 668

“No… it hasn’t always been like this… Maybe it’s because I’m getting older. When you get old, you start to feel nostalgic… Both your mother and I are like that… We find ourselves missing you more and more… feeling that we were too immature back then, unfit to be parents. We owe you so much…”

Niamh sighed.

“Just get to the point. I’m tired of hearing these long-winded apologies.”

There was no anger or disappointment on Niamh’s face, only a faint, detached smile. This expression hurt Hayes even more, striking a deeper chord of pain in his heart.

“Your mother and I want to make it up to you… We never thought your grandfather’s will would turn out like this…”

At this, Niamh couldn’t help but let out a laugh. A scornful one.

“While his daughter-in-law was undergoing a C-section, Mr. Jameson told everyone that the child should never have been born.”

“He made his own granddaughter, not even six years old, stand barefoot in a freezing fountain in the dead of winter to be beaten.”

“He blamed my grandmother’s death on that innocent child, using it as an excuse to send her to a Juvenile Rehabilitation Center.”

“And even after all the mental and physical torment she endured, he wasn’t satisfied. He kicked her out of his house, stripping her of her name and her parents…”

With each of Niamh’s sharp, resolute words, Hayes’s face grew paler.

“I’m sorry… I’m so sorry, Rina, truly sorry…”

“There’s a killer from a group called The Vipers’ Nest in Blackspire… I don’t know if it’s his real name or an alias, but he goes by Joker…” As she spoke, she watched Hayes’s reaction closely. From his expression, it was clear he knew nothing about The Vipers’ Nest. “He’s made several attempts on my life… Just a few days ago, he tried to take me out with a sniper rifle…”

“What?!” Hayes was aghast.

“So, I was hoping you, Mr. Quinn, could use your resources… to help me catch him.”

The sky was growing darker, making the day feel like dusk. Soon, Niamh was the only one left walking by the sea. With Mr. Jameson having just passed and the will newly announced, there were countless matters waiting for Hayes back at the Quinn family estate.

As Niamh left a lonely trail of footprints on the sand, a man appeared ahead, walking toward her. For once, he wasn’t wearing a suit jacket, just a white shirt with the top three buttons undone, revealing the elegant lines of his collarbone. He hadn’t even bothered with a tie.