Chapter 400


    I stared down Gemma, not leaving her a sliver of space to counter. "Marissa was quite the schemer,


    ying both sides with those Wilson brothers, stirring up storms as they plotted to take over my


    you know what happened to her in the end?"


    I pressed in, eyes narrowed maliciously at Gemma, a sneer spreading across my face, "She gambled


    away that precious child of hers, trying to save her own skin, never expecting that it would cost the kid''s


    life. And what she least expected was that she''d end up dead!"


    My words were casual, almost as if I was recounting a joke.


    "You''re lying. That can''t be..."


    Gemma''s eyes widened in disbelief, her gaze turning venomous as she stared at me. "You''re lying.


    Marissa took her child on a trip abroad. Stop cursing her. You''re nothing but a sickly mess on death''s


    doorstep. Don''t think just because your family has money, you can look down on everyone. Jealousy is


    an ugly thing. But no matter how rich you are, it won''t save you. You''re just a..."


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    Before she could continue, Hannah had had enough. She raised her hand and pped Gemma across


    her chubby cheek. The sharp crack of the p echoed, silencing the room.


    Mom looked on with approval at Hannah''s action, pride glittering in her eyes.


    Dad remained stoic, acting as if nothing had happened.


    Hannah shook out her hand, her voice filled with righteous indignation, "You better retire to jail and


    enjoy your golden years!"


    The p did more than sting Gemma''s face; it shattered her bravado. She copsed, kneeling on the


    floor. Now she understood the stark difference between her position and Hannah''s.


    Gemma seemed to sense something amiss, her eyes pleading as she knelt, "Miss Wilburn, please, I


    haven''t done anything wrong. I''ve served your parents faithfully. I''ve been nothing but diligent. For the


    sake of the two months of service, you can''t let the police take me away. I''ve worked hard, if nothing


    else!"


    "Worked hard?" I scoffed coldly. "Do you even know what that means? Tell me the truth. Did you really


    do nothing?"


    This was herst chance.


    She straightened her back, defiant, "I did nothing!"


    "Fine, then tell me, who did you send those photos to?" I asked pointedly, tired of beating around the


    bush, my mind preupied with Catherine.


    "I didn''t send them. I wouldn''t send them to anyone!" She was still sticking to her story.


    "Then you can exin that to the police!" My patience had run dry. "You''ve squandered yourst


    chance!"


    "I haven''t broken thew." She looked to my father for support. "You can''t do this to me!"


    Without a word, I yed back the recording of her conversation with Jan. It was crystal clear – she


    had taken Jan''s money and had even plotted to drug my mother!


    Hannah pped her once more, demanding, "Did you hear that clearly? Did you really do nothing?"


    Gemma''s face turned pale, her eyes zed over like those of a dead fish, shaking uncontrobly.


    "No, please, I beg you, don''t do this," she wailed, turning to my parents, "I made a mistake. It... it was


    Jan who made me do it! It wasn''t my intention... I''ve never wronged you. I would never..." She was


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    My mom''s words were sharp as knives, her gaze icy.