Was her mom really a nightclub dancer?
"Ms. Alonso," Yasmine looked at Wendy, calling her softly, then shook her head with a sigh after staring at her for a long while. "You were born prematurely. Your mom had an induced labor, giving birth to you two months early."
Grace screamed, "Shut up!"
Yasmine seemed to ignore her. "Do you know why your mom gave birth to you two months early?"
Wendy shook her head palely, "No idea..."
"Because Cole Alonso’s wife was giving birth that same night. She wanted to give birth to you before his wife did, so you could be the first child of the Alonso family. Then she could rise in value, easily becoming the honorable lady of the Alonso family... But even so, you were born thirteen minutes later than Ms. Phoebe.
“So, Ms. Alonso, you're not actually the first child of the Alonso family, and strictly speaking, you're not the future heir of the Alonso family either..Thus, you have no right to act all high and mighty in front of my daughter, got it?"
She was just a child born to a nightclub dancer trying to climb up the social ladder.
"To be honest, I'm not interested in the secrets behind your rich families, even if I knew, I shouldn't tell you, but..." Yasmine's voice suddenly turned cold. "Why are you always picking on my daughter? Isn't it great to live your fancy lives? The last thing you should do is bully my daughter. You probably don't know much about me. I'm actually a kind person, but I can't stand being wronged, and I tend to fight back. Yes, I admit, I hold grudges."
The crowd was speechless. Was this what she called "holding grudges"? Could she not say these contrasting things with such a serious face? It made them unsure whether to take her seriously or not.
"Impossible!" Wendy suddenly screamed. "I am the first child of the Alonso family. Damon, you have to believe me, she's lying, I really am the first child of the Alonso family..."
Damon dodged Wendy, who was lunging at him. "Whether you are or not has nothing to do with me."
“No... Damon, listen to me...”
“So... my mother wasn’t the other woman?” Phoebe looked pale. She spoke, her voice full of pain, on the verge of tears.
She lifted her trembling eyes to look at Grace on stage.
“You’re the other woman? The night my mother gave birth to me, why did the doctor lie? How did my mother die? Were you involved in her death? What... what did you do that night?!”
Phoebe’s words were incoherent, but they hit like a ton of bricks, causing a storm of shock. If anyone gave these questions some thought, the answers should be obvious, right?
Phoebe had always been obedient and well-behaved. The news tonight was like a bomb dropped out of the blue, catching her off-guard. She suddenly understood why Grace had been so wary of her all these years. She had always kept a low profile, never fighting or coveting anything that didn't belong to her in the Alonso family, but Grace was always on guard against her.
Even when she showed up here to attend the engagement party, Grace sharply rebuked her. It turned out, that Grace had always been suspicious.
Grace didn’t look at Phoebe but avoided her gaze and looked elsewhere.
“Speak up!” Phoebe broke down.
Just as the situation was about to escalate into an Alonso family feud, Damon rubbed his temples and said softly, “Nate.”
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