âHaha! So what if she was the prodigy of the Chapman family? She was still kicked out by the family and forced to marry Horace! Do you know why your mother married him? It was because she didnât want you to be deemed a bastard as soon as you were born, so she found you a father in name! Back then, I was already pregnant with Penelope, but that jerk insisted on marrying your mother because of her money!â
âSo, Penelope is also his biological daughter?â Ashlyn abruptly snickered.
No wonder Penelope has always been the most favored child since we were young. As it turns out, Iâm the bogus heiress while sheâs the true heiress of the Berry family. Everything makes sense now!
Mary burst out in gleeful laughter.
âYes! Sheâs the rightful heiress of the Berry family! Hence, I really loathe you! I hate that you stole my daughterâs place; I hate your beautiful looks and your resemblance to that b*tch, Alice! Whenever I lay eyes on your exquisite face, I seemingly see the b*tch who stole my husband! I hate the two of you!
You both stole the statuses that should have belonged to Penelope and me! I was supposed to be the rightful Mrs. Berry, and my daughter the rightful Ms. Berry!â
She failed to notice that the expressions of Bianca and Nicholas, who were there, changed in concert the instant she mentioned the name âAlice.â
âYou should hate Horace and not me. The tragic lives of my mother and you were all his doing, caused by his greediness.â Ashlyn suddenly dropped her hand from around Maryâs neck. She asserted, âHeâs a scumbag who ruined the lives of two women!â
Having obtained freedom, Mary could not help gulping in multiple lungfuls of fresh air.
Her face was ashen, but she glowered at Ashlyn with a peculiar and maniacal look in her eyes. âIt was all because of your mother and you! Everything was caused by the two of you!â
âHow did my mother get sold?â Ashlyn stared at her frostily.
Mary was promptly startled. In a trice, all her sanity gradually returned, and a shiver ran down her spine. âWhat are you talking about? How would I know how your mother got sold?â
That was a secret neither she nor Horace could reveal, no matter what.
Ashlyn fixated her glacial gaze on her as though wishing to look through her. âEarlier, everyone heard you saying that my mother was sold, loud and clear. Yet, youâre now denying it?â
Mary could not help backing away. Under Ashlynâs icy gaze, her knees went weak, and she seemingly could not stand straight.
âI never said that! You must have misheard me! Your mother died in a car accident!â
âYou wonât speak the truth, yes? I donât mindâ¦â Stalking toward the woman, Ashlyn abruptly shot her hand out and seized her throat at lightning speed once more. âIâve got many ways to make you talk!â
Everything around her seemingly faded, with only Mary remaining in her eyes. This cold-blooded woman actually conspired with Horace and sold my mother! Previously, I only knew of some rumors without any evidence, but now, Iâve heard her personally admitting that my mother was sold!
Her heart twisted painfully. My mother was the prodigy of the Chapman family, but she was humiliated and tarnished by a piece of trash like Horace and met such a tragic end!
The urge to rip Mary and Horace into a thousand pieces gripped her.
âLet go⦠of me!â With her neck held in a stranglehold, Maryâs breathing gradually turned rapid. At long last, she could not breathe at all, her face flushing bright red from the lack of oxygen.
Her eyes rolled back into her head, and she appeared to be moments away from passing out.
Such fear struck Penelope that she charged over to rain blows on Ashlyn. âLet go of my mother! Let go of her!â
However, she was tossed aside by the bodyguards Lucas brought with him before she could even make any contact with Ashlyn.
Sprawled on the ground, she could not help wailing, âLet go of my mother, Ashlyn! Let go of her!â
Ultimately, Mary was a member of the Yates family.
No matter how many wrongdoings she had committed, the blood of the Yates family flowed in her veins.
Therefore, Ashlyn was also humiliating the Yates family when she was treating the eldest daughter of the Yates family thus.
In consideration of that, Ryan walked to the woman, who wore a chilly expression on her face. âPlease spare her, Ms. Ashlyn.â