Nicky no longer pretended. Her eyes suddenly sharpened as she reached her hands out to push Don away. "So? What are you going to do now?"
"I let you go the first time because I didn’t want your talent to be buried. You’ll pay for what you did this time." I no longer chose to be a good person. Why should I waste an opportunity on her if she was not going to appreciate it?
Hearing this, Nicky laughed out loud. "Don't talk as if you’re some generous person. What opportunity are you even referring to? If you’re really so generous, why don't you actually give Theo to me? Aren’t you so cheap yourself in the end? So what if you know the truth now? I still managed to play you. Didn’t you actually think that Cecilia was back at the start? I want to laugh when I recall your gaze and expression back then.”
My throat bobbed slightly as a slight pain bloomed in my heart.
She was right. When I first met Delia, I really thought God had taken pity on me and so gave me a girl who looked exactly like Cecilia.
That was what I hated the most about her.
"You aren’t like her at all. You’re beneath her," I clenched my fists as I uttered this forcefully.
Nicky smiled recklessly. She looked like a thorny rose. "I just wanted to do whatever disgusts you with this face. It’s a pity that my plan still failed in the end."
I pursed my lips as my heart trembled. I looked at Nicky with eyes filled with fury. "You ought to spend the rest of your life in prison!’
The things she did before were enough to send her to prison.
She could not escape punishment now even if she was pregnant.
"Nicky, it's okay. I’ll accompany you." Don held Nicky's hand. He probably truly loved her a lot.
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