Chapter 9: Chapter 09: Stepmother Confronts Abigail

Editor: Nyoi-Bo Studio

Thud, thud, thud!

The violent knocking, carrying an unmistakable fury.

Abigail raised her eyebrows; it seemed like reckoning time had come!

“Open the door, you fat bitch, don’t pretend I don’t know you’re in there!” Rose yelled after no one answered her banging.

Abigail didn’t react.

“Diana Edith, break the door down.” Contemplating how the fat bitch had almost ruined Ruby’s day and sown seeds of doubt in Lincoln Green, she was extremely irritated.

“Alright, ma’am!” Having been nearly shoved to the ground and her wrist nearly fractured by Abigail, Diana was seething. Agreeing with a grunt, she charged violently against the door.

The door suddenly swung open.

Crash!

“Ah… ” Diana stumbled on the empty space, tumbling heavily onto the floor. Her large, chubby face smashed against a mop handle strewn carelessly across the room, making her wail in pain.

“Aunt Edith, what’s going on?” Abigail yawned deliberately and looked innocently up at Rose.

Faced with Diana’s sorry condition and Abigail, who appeared to have just woken up, Rose was infuriated, “You did it on purpose?”

“Aunt, I don’t understand what you’re saying.” Abigail rubbed her chubby face, still feeling somewhat drowsy.

“You…” Rose was speechless with rage. She peered suspiciously at Abigail, trying to see any insincerity in her face. However, she saw nothing. Could she have been mistaken? This girl had been her puppet for years. Surely she hadn’t become smarter just because she’d had a child?

“Aunt, are you here to ask about how I know Mr. Piers…?”

“You dare to mention Mr. Piers?” Rose, who was lost in thought, grew anxious at the mention of “Mr. Piers”.

“It’s just a misunderstanding, Mr. Piers kindly helped me at the gate, I didn’t mean to take away my sister’s fiancé.” Abigail explained sincerely.

In the past, she hadn’t thought so, but now she did.

“You’d better not. Look at what a grotesque figure you are, hoping to snatch Mr. Piers.” Rose sneered, disdain filling her eyes as she looked at Abigail’s chubby figure.

Abigail hastily nodded in agreement. But she couldn’t help muttering regretfully, “But… aunt, can I see my baby? He’s so small, he’s never even tasted his mother’s milk. He must be so pitiful…”

“Dream on! Aren’t you afraid that your father will find out? Aren’t you afraid he will kick you out of the Green house because you lost face by being pregnant before marriage?” On hearing Abigail mention the baby, Rose lowered her voice, mixing threats and intimidation.

A cold smile flickered in Abigail’s heart. However, she asked innocently, “Why is it a disgrace to the Green family if I got pregnant before marriage, but it wasn’t when Ruby did?”

“Because you, such a low,” Rose said as she tried to gather her thoughts. The fat bitch, she thought, didn’t deserve the Piers.

“Oh, I get it, it’s because Ruby isn’t the Green’s biological daughter, right?” Abigail interrupted with seeming enlightenment before Rose could continue.

Having managed the Green household for eight years, Rose hated when anyone said that her daughter wasn’t a true Green offspring. Around the time of her marriage, she was ridiculed by many for having a child out of wedlock, deemed illegitimate. They said that Ruby was a bastard with an unknown father.

She had worked hard to suppress such rumors and had successfully created the false impression at school that Ruby was the Green’s daughter. She even went so far as to fabricate the story that Abigail was an illegitimate child.

Which is why Rose dreaded anyone questioning her daughter’s Green heritage, calling her a counterfeit rich lady.

Her long-buried secret was now being exposed by Abigail. Enraged, she also began to wonder if it was true that Ruby might not be Lincoln Green’s daughter. Could that have been why he wasn’t angry with her for having a child out of wedlock? Could he simply be using Ruby to forge a relationship with the Piers, completely forgetting that everything was her doing?

“Aunt…did I say something wrong?” Seeing the changing color on Rose’s face, Abigail asked, feigning concern.

An infuriated Rose raised her hand to slap Abigail. Startled, Abigail stepped back, bumping into Diana, who was struggling to get up. Diana fell flat again, her sore wrist landing right on the mop handle. She howled in pain.

“How dare you dodge?” Rose was livid.

“Dad!”

At the call, Rose turned around in panic.