Chapter 690


    Livia was going to instruct the men in ck to stop Ashlyn and ir from leaving, but Franklin shook


    his head.


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    “There’s no need to.”


    His eyes gleamed dangerously as they closely trailed after Ashlyn and ir, who were leaving the


    scene. “Let’s go inside the ward.”


    At that, he carried Livia in his arms and walked toward Naomi’s ward.


    The two rows of men in ck stood guard outside the door. The young girl inside the room could not


    hear anything at all.


    It was only when they arrived right in front of her that Naomi lifted her eyes.


    “Dad… Madam? Why are you here?”


    Naomi looked at the couple in shock.


    Feeling a temper building up within her, Livia struggled and got out of Franklin’s arms.


    p!


    A loud p resounded in the ward.


    Livia had pped Naomi forcefully across thetter’s face.


    The young girl looked at Livia in humiliation but obstinately refused to allow her tears toe out.


    Since young, I’ve always known that I’m the precious daughter of the Nn family on the surface, but


    Madam only ever cared about her own two biological daughters. ir and I—we’re no more than dogs


    in their eyes only because we were born of Dad’s servant.


    “You wretched thing! If it weren’t for our family, would you have been able to study abroad? We’ve


    raised you for so many years; it’s time for you to return the favor.”


    Pinching Naomi’s chin, Liviamanded, “You must keep Mr. Zimmermanpany tonight.


    Otherwise, I’ll have your head!”


    Naomi’s eyes widened, and she shook her head in fear. Although she could not hear what Livia was


    saying, she had a gut feeling that it was not good news.


    With a lump in her throat, she muttered, “Madam, I can’t hear… I can’t hear anything.”


    Trembling, she passed a piece of paper and a pen to Livia.


    Looking at Naomi with a hint of mockery, thetter took the pen and paper and started writing down


    what she had said.


    When Naomi read what was written on the paper, her face turned ashen from shock.


    “You’re just a deaf girl now. Seeing as you might still be of some use to us, go and apany Mr.


    Zimmerman at night! He promised to invest three hundred million in ourb. Now, it’s time for you to


    support your father’s career.”


    “N-No, I don’t want to…” Naomi’s chest heaved as she grabbed the corner of Franklin’s shirt. With


    teary eyes, she nced up at her father’s stern face. “Dad, please… D-Don’t make me go with Mr.


    Zimmerman. I’m earning money with my films; I’ll give all the profits to you. I beg of you…”


    Livia swiftly scribbled on the paper again. It wrote: Even if you don’t want to, you have to! Did you think


    you can just sit and enjoy our family’s luxury after we’ve taken care of you for so many years? It’s time


    for your dad and me to collect your debt! You’re deaf now—what other purpose can you serve? It’s


    good enough that someone even wants you! You’re nothing but trash!


    Franklin coldly pushed away Naomi’s hands, causing the girl to stumble onto her bed. Her heart froze


    over with helplessness as though someone had poured a bucket of iced water over her head in the


    summer.


    With a lump in her throat, she muttered, “Madam, I can’t hear… I can’t hear anything.”


    So, these are my parents… They’re willing to push me into the pits of hell with their own hands for the


    sake of money.


    “Lucas has money,” Naomi mumbled. ”It’s just three hundred million. Can’t Lucas fork that sums out?”


    Livia smugly wrote on the paper again: Mr. Zimmerman is extremely interested in our research, so we


    became business partners. Why would we use our own family’s money when we can use someone


    else’s money? Isn’t it great to keep our money in our own pockets? Did you think your brother would


    fork out money for you, anyway? Did you think that you’re worth three hundred million? You’re just


    trash! Why would he spend money on you?


    Naomi thought she had indeed been too na?ve.


    What am I? I’m just his half-sister. Lucas has taken more than enough care of me over the past few


    years.


    “That’s right… We’re half-siblings, after all. It’s good enough that he epts me as his sister.”


    Naomi could feel a thousand knives piercing her heart. The pain was so immense that she could hardly


    breathe.


    Once more, Livia held Naomi’s face by the chin. With a probing stare, she lifted the piece of paper in


    her hand for Naomi to read. It wrote: You’re wrong. He’s not even your father’s son. He has absolutely


    no blood connection with you whatsoever. Only your lovely face is still good for something!


    I-I’m not rted to Lucas by blood?


    “N-No, that’s impossible! How could Lucas not be my brother? You’re lying! How could we not be


    siblings?” eximed Naomi.