NovelEnglishChapter 229 The night had unraveled in an intricate sequence of events, each one building on the last.
First, Mina stormed into the Fuller residence with reporters in tow, dropping a bombshell accusation in front of the gathered guests. The shock left the family scrambling, giving them no chance to react or regain control of the narrative. Then, as if perfectly timed, Laurence arrived with his team. Without hesitation, they leveled the accusations against Kayla and took her away.
It all happened seamlessly-one action leading directly into the next, as if meticulously planned.
Myra, her mind racing, refused to believe this was merely Mina's work. A simple housekeeper, skilled at cooking and cleaning, couldn't possibly orchestrate something this devastating. The person pulling the strings from the shadows had to be someone else. Her voice, sharp with fury, rang out. "Who's behind this? Tellwho it is!" Mina's expression twisted into something strange, almost triumphant. Her gaze slowly shifted toward Felicia. Her lips curled into a bitter smile. "It's her. Your other precious daughter." Her words were like a lightning bolt, igniting a wildfire of rage in Myra.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtFelicia had indeed helped Mina. Her advice and calculated moves ensured Mina could expose Kayla and hold her accountable. But Mina's gratitude was layered with resentment.
She resented Felicia for being so shrewd and for having the evidence all along, yet choosing to do nothing to save her husband. She could've stopped Kayla and prevented the murder, but instead, she let it happen.
To Mina, both daughters of the Fuller family were complicit. One was the killer, and the other was a cold observer.
With her head held high, Mina radiated the satisfaction of revenge well-executed.
Myra, consumed by anger, didn't hesitate. She stormed over to Felicia and struck her across the face with a force that echoed throughout the hall.
The sound was sharp and unmistakable. Felicia's head snapped to the side, her neatly tied ponytail unraveling from the impact. A bright red handprint began to bloom on her pale cheek.
Her ears buzzed from the blow, but Myra's voice cthrough clearly, every word a dagger.
"I wish you were never my daughter! Get out of my sight! Get out!" At that moment, Myra's face bore an uncanny resemblance to that of Tabitha. The sblazing eyes, the sunforgiving scorn, and the svenomous words that cut deeper than any slap. Felicia wanted to laugh at the irony, but her swollen cheek made even a small smile painful. She had expected this day would ceventually. Silently, she picked up her coat and a a small backpack that had been sitting ready by the door. The bag was nearly empty, containing only needle case, a phone with its charger, and two books. These were the only possessions she truly owned in the Fuller residence.
Sebastian hesitated, his instincts urging him to follow her. But Myra's sharp voice cut through his hesitation. "Stand right there. Don't you dare step out of this house!" "Mom..." Sebastian's brows furrowed. He was torn between loyalty and frustration.
He looked to Dexter, hoping for ssupport, but his father remained silent and made no move to stop Felicia. That silence weighed heavily on Sebastian, and his heart sank.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmSebastian shuffled his feet, torn
between defiance and compliance.
Eventually, he stayed put. He om understood why his parents were angry. Felicia's actions had gone too far. She hadn't just targeted Kayla-she had dragged the entire family's reputation through the mud.
Frustration bubbled inside him. His head throbbed with the enormity of it all. When he turned around, his eyes fell on something unexpected the black swan necklace. It was the necklace he had originally
bought for Kayla, the one she had rejected so flippantly. In the end it nty. In the went to Felicia, the sister who was now walking away, leaving behind nothing but chaos.
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