Sisca couldn't help but smirk inwardly. Her insinuations were clear enough, and Bianca was known for her hatred towards evil. Sisca thought, according to Bianca's personality, she should immediately show her true colors to Alessia.
However, the next moment, Bianca disdainfully opened her hand, questioning aggressively, "Are you implying that my sister-in-law pushed Miss Ramirez down the stairs? If you have something to say, just say it directly. Stop beating around the bush. Miss Ramirez is crazy, but my sister-in-law isn't. They have no grievances or disputes. Why would she push her?"
Bianca's blunt and arrogant words were a bit over the top.
Not only did Sisca's face turn ugly, but Nolan's face also darkened.
Nolan's face was as black as the bottom of a pot, and he forgot to suppress his emotions for a moment, angrily questioning, "Who are you calling crazy?"
Sisca's
VIP private room Ava sat upright on the pristine white hospital bed, while Alessia stood at the bedside. At this moment, there were only the two of them in the room. Ava looked at Alessia's face with satisfaction. "Luckily, you haven't changed much over the years, so I could recognize you at a glance." "You've seen me?" Alessia asked. Ava shook her head, feeling sorry for herself. "It's because I didn't do well, so you refused to see me. Director Jonas from the welfare home took pity on me, so she gave me a photo of you. Don't blame her." Alessia frowned at the woman who claimed to be her mother, her voice devoid of emotion as she asked calmly, "Since you haven't seen me, how can you be sure that I'm your daughter
An hour later, the car stopped at the Carter family's old mansion. Dominic got out of the car and walked towards the house, asking the butler as he did so, "What's the situation at home?" The old butler followed behind, respectfully saying, "The old lady went to pray. Madam Carter hasn't been going out much, but a few orchids arrived a few days ago, which Madam really likes. Miss Carter has gone to attend a banquet, and Young Master is upstairs." "Hmm." Dominic replied succinctly, indicating he had understood. The Carter family mansion was very large, with several buildings including a garden, but according to the butler, there weren't many people living inside, and the situation seemed to be declining. Dominic's black handmade leather shoes stepped on the golden silk carpet as he walked forward. He exuded a compelling pressure with his resolute and noble face, showing
Study room. After taking a phone call, David reported, "Mr. Carter, Miss La Rosa has already left." Dominic paused in flipping through documents, then asked without any emotional fluctuations, "What did Dr. Ram say?" Dr. Ram was Christopher's psychiatrist. David replied, "Dr. Ram is out of town today, so he might be late coming over." Dominic nodded in acknowledgment. Seeing that woman kneeling on the ground and calmly administering first aid at the hospital today reminded him of Bianca's words. He began to waver. Perhaps Alessia's abandonment of Chris in the past was truly just an accident. After all, he had never really understood her. But now, she retreated at the slightest obstacle. If she truly cared about Chris, why couldn't she persevere even for half an hou
Bianca placed one of the cups in front of Alessia. "Sis-in-law, this one was freshly squeezed by me," she said, then placed the other cup in front of Christopher. Alessia placed her chess pieces on the board and casually picked up the juice from the table. Bianca held her breath, nervously watching Alessia's actions. However, just as Alessia's lips touched the rim of the cup, she put the juice back down. Bianca felt deflated. "What's wrong?" Alessia noticed Bianca's odd behavior. Bianca forced a smile. "Nothing, it's just that this juice was freshly squeezed. The earlier you drink it, the better it tastes." Alessia nodded and resumed playing. She picked up a piece and focused on the board. Bianca felt like tearing her hair out in frustration, wanting to shove the cup directly into her sister-in-law's hand.
However, even after Alessia finished speaking for a long time, she didn't hear Dominic's response. Dominic's deep and dark gaze fell on Alessia's delicate lips. The lips that had just sipped the juice looked particularly rosy, with a few drops of orange juice lingering at the corner. Dominic's throat moved, feeling unusually thirsty. Those few drops of orange juice seemed to be magnified in his pupils. He involuntarily stood up and reached out his hand. Alessia instinctively wanted to dodge, but as the man's well-defined fingers approached, she felt as if she was bewitched. Suddenly, she didn't want to move anymore. An evil thought arose in her mind, wanting him to touch her. The man's fingers brushed across her lips, gently wiping away the orange juice at the corner of her mouth. The places the man's fingers touched felt like they were on fire, i
"Yeah, that's..." Bianca's words were about to blurt out subconsciously. At a critical moment, her finger was quietly tugged by Christopher. Bianca almost bit her tongue, swallowed hard, and changed her words under her brother's oppressive gaze. "It's the two children Alessia gave birth to!" Dominic furrowed his brows tightly, the slight ripple in his heart subsided, and he snorted coldly. "Bianca, you have some nerve. There's no chance between me and her. What happened today is a one-time thing." Dominic left with a dark expression. Bianca patted her chest with lingering fear, her face sagging. "Scared me to death." Christopher tightened his little face. "Auntie, be careful with what you say next time." Bianca rolled her eyes and slumped on the sofa, looking displeased. "Brat, doesn't your conscience hurt? How long do we ha
Rosedale Residence. In the morning, as soon as Alessia got up, she received a call from Christopher. "Baby, do you miss mommy?" "I knew it, you're back, but you didn't even come to see me." The voice on the phone was not the childish voice of her eldest son but a deep, mature voice with a hint of vicissitude. Alessia immediately recognized it as the voice of Grandma Carter, and her emotions fluctuated. During her three years in the Carter family, only Grandma Carter genuinely treated her well. "Grandma, how are you feeling?" Alessia asked. "Not good." Grandma Carter said grumpily, "If you come over now and have a meal with me, maybe I'll feel better." Alessia felt a warmth in her heart and slightly curled her lips. They said that old people sometimes needed to be coaxed like chil
Bianca couldn't hold back her explanation. But halfway through her words, she felt someone stepping on her foot under the table. Bianca looked at Alessia. Alessia drank her water expressionlessly, as if the person they were discussing wasn't her. Bianca bit her lip. It seemed her sister-in-law was very unhappy. "Well, what's the explanation then?" Clara urged, crossing her arms and sneering sarcastically. "Can't come up with anything?" Bianca blushed and was about to speak again when she felt the foot on hers press down harder. Bianca could only take a sip of juice and said stubbornly, "I don't want to talk about it." "Don't want to talk about it? That's because you feel guilty," Clara taunted, smirking triumphantly. Bianca choked, about to retort, but Grandma Carter spoke up to stop he