FreeNovelMeanwhile, Eunice pressed the remote control with a languid grace. "Also," she began, in a voice as calm as a still lake, "I've
looked into the gifts you've lavished on her over the years—designer clothes, shoes, handbags, jewelry, properties, cars, even the
boutique shops—everything's been sold. Martha took them all to international auctions to avoid your suspicion."
Kenneth and Louisa were stunned into silence, their shock morphing into stone.
"Perhaps fearing domestic sales would catch your attention, they took their business abroad. Most of the items have been sold off."
Eunice added casually.
Exchanging worried glances, Kenneth and Louisa felt a chill run down their spines.
Putting aside Serena's urgent need for cash—even if she did need it, she had over ten million dollars in her account. And if that
wasn't enough, why sell so many assets?
What was she planning?
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Why did she suddenly need all that money?
Louisa's mind raced to a recent memory. "No wonder last month | stumbled upon Martha organizing a pile of Serena's unworn
clothes and accessories. When | asked, she toldSerena wanted to donate them to the less fortunate in rural areas. At that time,
| thought.what a kind-hearted child."
But in reality, Martha had been secretly selling them off to line her own pockets.
It was utterly repugnant!
"What does she need all that money for?" Kenneth asked Eunice, his voice barely concealing his disappointment.
Eunice replied with a serene detachment, "My guess? She probably feels that with Bella back in the picture, eventually everything
will go to her. As the adoptive daughter, her share will diminish. So, she's cashing in while her title still has value."
It seemed that to Serena, only the money in hand was truly hers.
"Is this the sgirl we raised for eighteen years, protected and cherished as our own?" Louisa turned to Kenneth, her eyes
brimming with a sad, bitter smile.
They had treated her like their own flesh and blood, yet she saw them merely as ATMs, monkeys to be played, fools to be duped!
"No wonder she's been coming up with excuses lately—good grades, piano progress, praise from tutors—to get rewarded. One
moment she wants an island abroad, the next a villa. She's been eager to liquidate." Kenneth's heart was too heavy for words.
They had indeed raised a 'fine daughter.’
When Serena entered the living room, following Edith, the sight of Eunice sitting elegantly on the couch, as imposing and
intellectual as ever, struck her. Uncle Bard looked at her with the eyes of a stranger, his thoughts inscrutable.
But it was her mother Louisa, her eyes shut in a mix of grief and anger, who caught her attention. After a long moment, Louisa
wiped away a tear that had escaped her control.
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And her father Kenneth, with a hand pressed against his temple, seemed troubled and weary.
"Uncle, Auntie, you've come?" Serena greeted them with her usual sweet and sensible smile. "I'm so happy to see you. This year's
going to be livelier than ever."
Bard didn't respond, and Eunice merely lifted her teacup to sip her tea, disregarding the presence before her.
Serena, puzzled by their coldness, turned to Louisa and asked with a forced smile, "Mom, why are you crying? Did something
happen? Dad, are you not feeling well? Headache? Shall | help you with that?"
Louisa wiped her tears and struggled to compose herself. After a brief pause, she stood up and walked towards Serena.
The girl standing before them still wore that innocent, clear smile, her attitude sincere, her eyes bright with unfeigned innocence.
If it weren't for the evidence they had just seen, the numerous things Eunice had revealed, Louisa would never have believed that
this sweet girl could be so heartlessly cruel, so petty and vindictive.
With a resounding slap, Louisa's hand struck Serena, knocking her to the floor.
Serena fell, her mind a blank, looking up in confusion and fear at the woman she had always called mother.
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