Leilani looked at her and suddenly laughed. “Love me?” Her voice was as light as the wind. “But I recall, Zadie, that while I was in prison, you didn't visit me a single time.”
Zadie froze. Her expression became unnatural after being exposed.
Leilani looked at Zadie intently, her sharp gaze seeming to pierce through the dirty thoughts in Zadie’s heart.
“I know what you came to find me for today. But I’m telling you, it’s impossible! The Sloan family is about to fall. I’m too busy clapping my hands to help you.”
Zadie’s face turned pale, her lips trembling. The terrible news of the Sloan family’s imminent collapse made her humble herself before Leilani for the first time. “Leilani, help the Sloan family, just this once, okay?”
Leilani looked at her, her heart like steel. She wasn't swayed in the slightest by the tears.
“When I was kicked out of the Sloan family, you didn't say a word for me. Now that the Sloan family is falling, you suddenly remember you have a daughter?”
“Mrs. Sloan, that ship has sailed. From the day you sent me to prison, I had no family. So, please leave.”
Zadie trembled all over, the tears congealing on her face. She seemed unable to believe Leilani could really be so cruel.
Leilani turned to leave, but Zadie suddenly grabbed her wrist, her voice shrill.
“Leilani! How can you be so heartless? You have Sloan blood flowing in your veins! Are you going to watch your biological mother end up on the streets?”
Leilani stopped and looked back at her, her eyes terrifyingly calm. “Yes, I have Sloan blood,” she said softly. “But you people wished you could drain my blood dry. If I could, I would rather be that carefree country girl than ever step foot in your family's house again!”
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