Chapter 177 All of Selena's cold and cruel words combined were not as heartbreaking as this one.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtLeah's face was bloodless, and she staggered back a few steps as if she couldn't take the blow, staring at Selena with a deadly stare, wanting to pounce on her and skin her.
Selena's eyes were cold, "In the past so many years, you always so smugly thought that your methods were superior and stepped on me to the point of being unable to turn over, see, leaving those dirty and despicable thoughts, you are weak and powerless to fight back. What qualifications do you have to compete with me since you are inferior to me in every way?" It was the first time that Leah had been treated with such contempt, and Selena looked at her as if she was just an insignificant bug who was out to clean up after her because she had angered her. In normal times, she wouldn't even have the qualifications to get her attention.
Leah could not bear the feeling of being looked down upon by Selena, who was clearly her defeated opponent and who had robbed her of everything, and when her anger reached the extreme, she calmed down instead.
Her face was pale, covered with teardrops, her eyes stored full of tears looked distinctly pitiful. She opened her mouth, her voice carried a hint of calmness, "Selena, you are so cruel.” As soon as she spoke, she instantly focused everyone's eyes on her.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmSelena sneered, "This is a public execution, and you have the right to justify yourself." Leah took a deep breath and tears came out in big gush, "Yes, | did lie and wanted you to leave school because | didn't like you, was jealous of you, and envied you." She took a deep breath and in the next second, cried at the top of her lungs, "Why is it that from a young age you were the high and mighty Miss Riddle, while | had to live with the reputation of being an illegitimate daughter? My mother and father met first, they were the first love, but in the end my father became your father, | became the illegitimate daughter that no one wanted, all the best was yours. Selena, what about me? Everywhere | go, people point at me, call me a daughter born of a mistress, say | shouldn't even exist. You can call out for your father openly, but | have to be called a fatherless child." She wiped her face, as if trying to swallow all that anger, but couldn't control it and let out a whimper, "Selena, you're better than me in everything, you're prettier than me, you come from a better name than me, you're smarter than me, you get better grades than me, you have the best childhood friend who loves you and pampers you. Everywhere we go, the first person everyone looks at is you, | can only ever cower behind and watch you. | don't have anything, | can't help but be jealous. | just don't want to stand in the same situation as you." This cry was heartfelt and sincere, and as they watched her cry, many people's hearts felt compassion once again. It was indeed not easy for a child who grew up with the reputation of being an illegitimate daughter.
Some people began to ponder whether the previous one-sided accusation was too much for Leah.
After all, the positions are different, and anyone with such a complex family has their own pity.
After all, you can't choose something like birth, and no one wants to be a bastard.
When some people looked at Leah once again, there was more than a vague sympathy.