Chapter 436

"I'm paranoid..."

Suddenly, Connie became ferocious.

She slammed the table, stood up, leaned forward, and shouted as hard as she could, "Your mother's

the one who's really sick and paranoid. Mary's a completely selfish bitch.”

"They all thought that Mary's the most beautiful woman in that era, the queen of the piano in the

music industry, and she's extraordinary... She, that bitch, was never good. She was just pretending!"

Connie looked at Christina's face, and memories of her past welled up, then she became even

crazier. "Your mother slept with a stranger in the bar and got pregnant. Then the man left her, but

she married Donald with you in her belly. After giving birth to you, she still refused to settle down

and waited all day long for that man to come back to her..."

"She didn't love Donald at all. She just took advantage of him. How dare her, a liar, push me

downstairs to make me miscarry? That was the real blood of the Dickens family!"

"Do you know how cruel your mother is? Not only could she attack me but she also fed you

sleeping pills.”

Connie's voice became shrill. "When you were a baby, she fed you sleeping pills because she

thought you were crying all the time. It was annoying and noisy. And it was useless to give birth to

you because that man never showed up again..."

She smiled slightly, with a hint of mockery. "Christina, it must be that no one has told you that your

mother was like this!"

Christina was shocked.

Connie looked at her like a snake staring at its prey, waiting to see how Christina would fall into the

pain and hatred step by step.

"When the Dickens family knew about it, they kept an eye on her for a while, but how could a bitch

like her stop so easily? When you grew up, about three years old, she began to feed you sleeping

pills every now and then..."

Her voice was low, and the more she spoke, the more hurried she became. In the end, Connie could

not suppress her excitement.

"Didn't you often have nightmares when you were young, saying that there was someone by your

bed in the middle of the night? It was your own mother. She squatted at the head of your bed and

thought of you as that man talking to herself."

"After Donald found out, how could he take all of these? Every one said that Mary was far out of his

league since he was poor. And he had to see you, a bastard, every day. How could he take all of

these?"

"Donald has been very strict with you since you were a child. He has always tried to persuade

himself to treat you as his own daughter, but your mother made him very upset. He couldn't hate

your mother, so he always had mixed feelings towards you. You've been calling him dad since you

were a child, but in fact, he didn't want you to exist at all.”

Christina's body stiffened.

"Christina, you should hate your mother. It was she who brought you to this world. It was she who

led you to be schemed and resented by so many people since you were born."

Connie shouted out in frustration. She was so desperate that she looked like a loser, who was

unwilling to give up.

After all she had said, Christina still remained calm.

"My father treated me very well."

It was as if all the resentment and unwillingness that Connie had accumulated had been wiped

away.

She felt a sense of despair and the sneer at the corner of her lips turned into self-deprecation.

"Why, why would I meet an opponent like you?" She seemed to be muttering to herself. Her tone

gradually calmed down, but she still seemed confused.

Connie looked out at the free world. She understood that although she had fought so hard for so

long, she had made the wrong choice from the very beginning.

Mary left gracefully because the daughter of her enemy didn't care about her at all.

There's no need to fight.

Christina didn't fight with others at all. She was always acting in a monologue.

How ridiculous and sad!

"Christina, you are luckier than your mother.”

When Connie looked at Christina again, her eyes changed, clear and proud. And she spoke in a low

voice as if she was just talking about a stranger.

"You should thank your grandfather, General Eisenhower, who has long known how his eldest

daughter was like. Your grandfather took you to the Eisenhower family to educate you personally

and he taught you very well. He taught you not to fight, and in the end, you won."

It was the first time that Connie praised Christina. She was not as polite and hypocritical as she used

to be and Christina could tell from her eyes that she's exhausted from fighting. She had tried her

best to struggle, but now she no longer resisted.

At the same time, Christina understood that, in fact, ever since Connie was willing to give up, she

had figured it all out that who she really hated was herself in the past.

Therefore, Connie would not hurt her again.

"I went to Japan on a business trip the day before yesterday. At the hospital, a woman suddenly

attacked me." Christina looked into her eyes and said slowly, "She was stabbing me with a needle

used by an infected patient. She moved so fast that I didn't see her face clearly. I was only sure that

she was a woman, tall and thin..."

Connie listened to her story and she turned to scan her from shock.

"You suspect that I did it?" Connie asked directly.

"If I suspect that you did it, I wouldn't have said so calmly.”

Connie looked at her with mixed feelings. She had never thought that one day she would be able to

sit with her enemy and have a talk in such a calm manner.

"It seems that a lot of people hate you.” Connie could not help but mock her.

Perhaps Connie had finally accepted her fate and decided to let it all go.

She said to Christina. "Patrick has once interrogated me. He told me that you were once hospitalized

with a stomachache while you were pregnant. One afternoon, a woman disguised as a nurse

covered your mouth and nose with a pillow. She wanted to suffocate you but you survived..."

Christina's face turned pale. She remembered the struggle between life and death when she was

covered by her mouth and nose, suffocating.

Connie slowed down and said word by word, "Patrick had interrogated me about a few accidents

related to you. At that time, I admitted them all... Now I'm telling you, believe it or not, I didn't do

anything to you except for the high school kidnap.”

As she finished her sentence, Connie emphasized it at the same time.

At first, Christina was hesitating, then she turned vigilant and fearful. The fear of suspicion in her

heart was growing.

She knew that Connie didn't lie, so who could have schemed against her so relentlessly? It was so

scary.

She looked serious and did not speak again.

Neither of them was passionate and talkative.

After Christina asked Connie what she needed to know, she stood up and left. Connie looked at her

coldly and did not say anything.

The visit to prison ended.

Christina followed the rules and went to line up to get her phone and handbag back because it was

stipulated that she could not bring them in.

When she got back her phone and stood at the exit, she found that there were several missed calls.

"Miss, wait a minute. You left something here...” One of the staff in the prison suddenly shouted at

her, "This coin is yours..."