Chapter 554


    “On my 22nd birthday.” Christy said, “When I got home, Monique actually prepared a cake for me.” “How


    happy I was! She even poured me juice in person.”


    “Unfortunately, she didn’t care about me. She didn’t know that I was allergic to mango juice. I didn’t drink


    the mango juice at all. After I fell asleep in the evening, she came to my room.”


    The door creaked and Monique did not turn on the light. She just stood at the door and looked at her


    daughter on the bed. After a long time, she coughed twice and then took out her mobile phone to make a


    phone call.


    She added drugs to the mango juice. Monique must have thought that Christy had fainted, so she did not


    avoid her. Her voice was mixed with the winding in from outside the window. “… Well, she’s already


    fainted.”


    “Now?” Monique paused and said, “Does she have to die?”


    No one knew what kind of answer the other party gave her. She didn’t speak for a long time, but Christy,


    who was pretending to be asleep on the bed, seemed to have been struck by thunder.


    What was Monique talking about? Death? Who was going to die?!


    Christy’s body was covered with ayer of cold sweat, and she felt cold all over on one of the days in


    October.


    “Okay,” Monique spoke again in a very soft voice. “After all, she’s my daughter… I hope she doesn’t feel


    any pain.” Thest sentence was almost humble. “… Is that okay?”


    The other party might have agreed. Monique said, “Then let theme up.”


    Christy felt a chill run down her spine.


    She always thought that her mother just didn’t love her, but she didn’t expect that her mother would kill


    her!


    About a few minutester, or perhaps a centuryter, Christy was curled up in the quilt. At some point,


    tears were streaming down her face.


    She heard the sound of Monique opening the door, and then a few men entered the room. One of them


    dragged her out of the quilt easily like a pair of iron pliers. Christy could no longer control herself and


    started screaming. She cried and struggled. The other party probably did not expect her to resist. He was


    caught off guard for a moment, and Christy broke free.


    However, there were four or five big men in the room. Where could Christy hide?


    She was dragged out of the bedroom.


    The lights in the living room were dazzling, and there was still an unfinished cake on the table. Christy


    cried in a hoarse voice, “Monique… Monique, you don’t deserve to be my mother! You don’t deserve to


    be loved by my father!”


    Monique stood by the wall and looked at her daughter, who was in a mess, with no expression on her


    face.


    Christy didn’t know what she was thinking, and she didn’t care what Monique was thinking. When she


    was dragged out of the door, those resentments finally broke out. “…Monique, you killed my father, and


    you’re going to kill me now! How could there be such a cruel person like you…”


    Her eyes were red like a cornered beast. “Look! Turn around! My dad jumped down from the window. He


    called you before he died, didn’t he? He was so humble and wanted to see you onest time, but what


    did you do?! Monique…”


    The men seemed to think that she was too noisy. They reached out to cover her mouth. Monique’s


    mouth twitched and she said, “Christy, I…”


    “You don’t deserve it!” Christy cried, “You don’t deserve to call me that! You’re not my mother! You’re


    not!”


    Monique turned her head awkwardly. She seemed to have been angered by Christy. She covered her


    chest and coughed for a long time before she slowly said, “… I’m sorry.”


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    She walked up to Christy and looked at her tearful face. She closed her eyes and said to the leader who


    had been watching coldly, “Sorry, I give up.”