Chapter 1529


    "Estelle, why is it that every time Carme makes a little progress, you show up to stir the pot? If you


    have a problem with me and you''re not satisfied with me, juste at me directly! Why take it out on


    Carme? Would you be satisfied only if she''s dead?"


    Simone''s voice was hoarse, filled with anger and hatred.


    Estelle''s gaze was slightly cold, her tone calm. "Why do you still insist on believing that I''m the one


    hurting her? Was it me who asked her to steal my designs and go on a talent show? Was it me who


    made her deny her mistakes and even bite back at me with false usations? Or was it me who forced


    her to be so arrogant that she hired inte trolls to attack me? Aren''t all these troubles her own


    making?"


    Simone angrily retorted, "It was you! You intentionally let Carme walk into your office and see the


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    design drafts, didn''t you? You deliberately set a trap to harm her!"


    Estelle frowned, and a hint of surprise shed in her eyes. Then she said contemptuously, "Mrs.


    Simone, do you and Carme both suffer from persecution delusions? Let''s assume your conspiracy


    theory is true. Let''s suppose I really wanted her to see my designs and then frame her. If she had any


    self-awareness, knowing that giarism is despicable, then she wouldn''t have stolen my designs. But


    she did. This means that she couldn''t resist the temptation of fame and profit, so she chose to steal my


    designs. If she were a person of integrity, even if I ced my designs right in front of her, she wouldn''t


    have taken a nce."


    Simone was silent for a moment, her faint sobbing was the only sound on the phone line. It was a


    sound of helplessness and fear.


    For some reason, Estelle didn''t hang up. She just listened to Simone''s sobbing, turning her gaze


    towards the window. The leaves of the begonia tree in the early autumn had already turned yellow, and


    with a gust of wind, a few leaves gently fell, piling up on the ground.


    After a while, Simone spoke again. "Estelle, if Carme can pull through, could you spare her for my


    sake, for giving birth to you? She started to change after you appeared. She''s afraid that you''ll take


    away the person she loves most, that you''ll take her ce, and that''s why she''s having mental


    problems."


    Estelle calmly replied, "She''s already taken too much that belongs to her, even things that should have


    been mine. Do you really think I would forgive her that easily? I''m sorry, but I can''t."


    Simone''s tone softened. "It''s your father and I who owe you an apology. We did something bad to you,


    and we apologize. As long as you''re willing to let Carme go, I promise that she won''t bother you


    anymore!"


    Estelle''s voice was as calm as ever. "And how do you propose I let her go?"


    Simone said in haste, "Estelle, you could make a public announcement, saying that you gave the


    designs to Carme on purpose, that this whole thing was a publicity stunt to make yourself famous.


    And then tell everyone that the things Carme did were all part of the act."


    Estelle looked surprised. She couldn''t help butugh. "Simone, you want me to ruin my own reputation


    to save Carme?"


    Simone quickly responded, "No, you have so many fans and so many achievements. Your status is


    established, and no one will me you!"


    Estelle''s gaze returned to the begonia tree outside the window, her eyes suddenly a little nonchnt.


    Simone continued to persuade her. "Estelle, if you''re willing to help Carme to save her this time, I


    promise to love you as much as I love Carme from now on. I can bring you back to the Macin


    family immediately. We can live happily together as a family from now on."


    Estelle''s gaze fell on the leaves rustling in the wind, her voice faint and light. "Simone, am I really your


    daughter? After you found me, did you actually do a DNA test and confirm the results with your own


    eyes? Are you really my mother?"


    She must have gotten it wrong. Simone loved Carme so much, how could they not be real mother


    and daughter?


    Simone hesitated for a moment. "Of course, I''m sure about this. What do you mean by asking this?"


    Estelle took a deep breath, her gentle face gradually turning cold. She said lightly, "What you''re saying


    would only be possible if Carme survives, right?"


    Simone quickly nodded. "Yes, yes, Carme is still in the emergency room!"


    Estelleughed coldly. Her words were clear and distinct. "Well then, I wish she would stay in that


    emergency room forever!"


    Then Estelle hung up the phone.