Chapter Thirty Five

The clothes she wore were shabby, full of rips and tears and dirty too, the Lord only knew what was ingrained in them he thought angrily. Yet he knew she had money, her adoptive parents had left her very well provided for, and she had bought a cottage on the outskirts of the village near the castle. She smelled of mothballs and decay and looked nearer 80 she even cackled like an old crone.

‘Seen enough have you? This is what that little bitch has reduced me too, perhaps I should tell the police all that I know’

‘Leave Annabella, the child is no longer anything to do with you, the next of kinship was revoked at the same time you were disinherited when she was eight as you well know’

He controlled his anger and distaste but Annabella sneered at him,

‘The little fool shook the Vipers nest though and now she will have to pay the ultimate price which means I will finally get back what she stole from me. I am very sure Don Giovanni will be extremely interested in knowing where to find his l