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His secret spoiled wife (Lily and Alexander)

Chapter 1176
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Chapter 1176 The door opened, and a musty smell cfrom inside.

Ralph quickly covered his nose, and his eyes were greeted with an unbelievable scene.

There was only a single light bulb in the dungeon.

The interior was small, with only a bed in the corner.

On the bed was a person, and because of the bad lighting, he could not see the person's face.

However, he could easily guess who it was.

"Is that your sister?" Ralph asked softly as he turned to look at Hannah.

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Although his voice was soft, the drowsy Heather still heard it and frowned.

"Who's there?!" Hannah smiled at Ralph before taking two steps inside.

"My dear sister, it's me, of course.Are you still hoping someone else will find you at this point?" "You think you've won now, don't you?" Heather spat with a sneer.

"lI don't 'think' | won because | already did.Don't you think so? Do you think you'd have another chance to stand, Heather? Don't be stupid! How long you'll live will depend on my mood." "Why don't you killright now? You wouldn't dare, would you?" Heather mocked her coldly.

Even in her current state, she was still arrogant and showed no signs of backing down.

"How could | kill you now? | haven't tortured you enough yet! | want you to enjoy the life I've been living for all these years.l want you to know how it feels to go through each day like this!" Hannah hissed.

Heather coughed before saying, "It's you who didn't live up to expectations.Natural selection is cruel, but it's never wrong.| saved your life, and this is how you repay me?!" "You saved my life?!" Rage pulsed through Hannah as she rushed over and grabbed Heather's hair, pulling her head up.

"How dare you say such a thing?! We're both our parents’ daughters.Why should | die? They broughtinto this world, and | have the right to live! None of you have the right to choose that for me! | can survive on my own!" Heather felt a sharp pain in her scalp.She had never suffered such humiliation in her life.

When she opened her eyes, her vision was met with a ferocious-looking woman.

Hannah had never dared to raise her head in front of Heather before, and now she was humiliating Heather this way.

With Heather's head forced up, her eyes widened when she caught a glimpse of the person standing at the basement door.

Ralph stood there, frozen in place.He did not expect such a scene and had never seen Hannah like this.

Ralph nearly had trouble telling the two sisters apart.

Back then, he had also plotted to trap Alexander into his death, but Ralph did not go through with his plans.

At this moment, he felt like he was in a scene from a horror movie.

"What are you looking at?! Are you happy to seedown and out like this? You worthless b*stard and useless b*tch! You two are a perfect match! A match made in hell!" Heather gritted her teeth and growled.She then spat on Hannah's face.

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"who are you calling a b*tch?!" Hannah went berserk after being spat on and slapped Heather across the face.Her face swung to one side, and it was only then that Ralph believed that Heather was paralyzed.

Before this, he was still worried that Heather might get up and twist his arms at any moment.

Seeing how she could not fight back after being slapped, he finally believed it.

Soon, the fear in his heart dissipated, and he began slowly walking toward her.

By her bedside, he stared down at the haggard and humiliated Heather Riggs.

This was a side of her he had never seen before.

"I've never expected that you'd fall to where you are today," he said emotionally.

Every ghad a winner and a loser.

That was life.

Besides being healthy and having a roof over his head, he was no better than her.

They were both losers.

Thinking of this, his mood dropped.