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Chapter 887
Bernard gazed at the woman in the wheelchair, the same woman who had once brought him endless
pain, with an emotionless face. He said coldly. “I once tried to please you.”
When he was six, he imitated his brother in a desperate attempt to earn a sliver of motherly love. On
Donna’s birthday, he bought her favorite cake and ran excitedly to Donna. “Mom, I got your favorite
cake. I wish you health and happiness forever.”
But Donna didn’t respond with the same tenderness she showed his brother. She didn’t take the cake,
and she patted his head gently Instead, she kicked him away, crushing the cake with her high heels, all
the while cursing. “Even if the bastard buys me something, I wouldn’t eat it even if it was to feed the
dog”
Until yesterday. Bernard could not understand why Donna was so cruel to him. But now that he knew
the truth, he felt relieved.
They weren’t mother and son. How could he ever hope to get a shred of motherly love from Donna?
Donna seemed to recall Bernard’s attempts to please her too, but that flicker of emotion vanished in an
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She would never see him as her son. She kept him alive only for revenge, for torture, and for venting.
To her, Bernard was always just a tool to alleviate her pain Don’t expect her to have any feelings for
him.
Donna built a high wall in her heart, but when she saw Bernard’s face, so similar to Leonard
Laurence’s, she slowly lowered her proud head.
Was she wrong? Really wrong?
No, she was wrong.
She exposed Tammie Pine as a member of the Pine family to get Leonard Laurence. She was the one
who broke them apart first, then blatantly hinted to Blake that she was the one fit to be Leonard
Laurence’s wife.
Blake proposed a business marriage to the Stanley family; otherwise, she wouldn’t have had the
chance to marry the man she had been in love with for so long.
She thought Leonard Laurence would forget Tammie Pine once he married her. But he drank every day
and night, calling Tammie Pine’s pame in his dreams.
Other than the one time when he was drugged on their wedding day, he never touched her again. Even
seeing her made him feel guilty toward Tammie Pine.
She couldn’t stand her husband’s heart and eyes filled with another woman. Every day was like a
mental breakdown, quarreling with him until he left.
The next news she got was that Tammie Pine was pregnant with his child. His explanation was that he
forced Tammie Pine, and it had nothing to do with her. This was undoubtedly a greater blow. She
couldn’t even force him to touch her, yet he would travel a long distance to force someone else. How
much did he hate her?
Since then, Donna had begun to hate Leonard Laurence. She swore that she would never let them
have a good life, including their child!
She succeeded in the end, but suddenly, she couldn’t tell right from wrong…
She looked at Bernard and the woman beside him. The little kindness in her heart disappeared,
replaced by evil.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmNo matter what, Bernard shouldn’t have defied Dominic Laurence’s last wish and married the woman
he loved, so…
Let him carry the label of illegitimate child” and live a tough life!
After finding out that Donna was the one who set the fire, Bernard no longer struggled with the issue of
right or wrong and continued to ask, “Since you set the fire, why was
Dominic in the room?”
Thinking of Dominic, Donna slowly lowered her eyes to her own legs, which were crushed by a beam.
“Who would have thought that he would run into Leonard’s room in the middle of the night?”
If she hadn’t learned from the butler that Dominic was in that bastard’s room, how could she, who was
cheering from afar, have rushed into the fire?
After all the doubts in Bernard’s heart were resolved, he asked the second question: “The second thing
is that the medicine Leonard took before he died was switched. Who
did it?”
Upon hearing this, the cold and ruthless look in Donna’s eyes vanished in an instant, and even her face
turned pale.
This matter seemed to have touched Donna’s most painful past, causing her to slump weakly in her
chair.
After a while, she slowly started to say, “It was me.”
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