Chapter 401

Myra was certain. “You hate me, your father, and Kayla, so you’re doing this for revenge! You killed Mina, framed the Fullers, and manipulated Mina’s relatives to report to the media! You want to see our family destroyed, right?”

The accusation was impressive, yet laughable. Felicia couldn't bring herself to laugh.

She sighed. “Mrs. Fuller, this is just your assumption. I’ve done nothing of the sort. You’re biased against me, blaming me for everything. Frankly, I envy Kayla. Why do you trust her blindly, but never me?”

It was the same in her past life, and it remained the same in this one. Blame always fell on her, regardless of the truth, as long as Kayla spoke. Myra always sided with Kayla.

Felicia met Myra’s gaze. “Is your daughter so worthless and undeserving of your trust?”

Myra’s jaw dropped, speechless.

Felicia remained calm, her tone composed yet laced with disappointment. Why did Myra always trust Kayla, never even a sliver of trust for Felicia? Was she truly so worthless and undeserving?

The questions echoed in Myra’s ears, causing her to tremble.

Kayla panicked. “Who else could it be? Can you swear you don’t hate Dad and Mom? That you don’t hate me?”

Felicia muttered indifferently, “I do hate you. I hate you all very much.”

“Look, Mom! I was right!” Kayla exclaimed, shaking Myra’s hand.

Myra closed her eyes. “Felicia, if this is your revenge, you’ve succeeded. You’ve caused your father’s injuries and the Fullers’ financial ruin. We’re on the brink of bankruptcy! Our family is about to be homeless because of you!”

Her voice was hoarse with accusation.

Felicia denied it. “Mrs. Fuller, nothing significant happens overnight. Neither you, your husband, nor Kayla are blameless. Actions have consequences. How did the Fullers fall? Wasn't it because Kayla committed murder, and you and Dexter covered for her? Disaster was inevitable. What does the backlash have to do with me? Why am I to blame? And one more thing…” Felicia’s gaze sharpened. “If you’ve stolen something, return it immediately. It might be your only chance of survival.”

Felicia slammed the door.

Kayla kicked the door, shouting, “Felicia! What do you mean? Are you threatening us? Come out!”

Myra put on a mask of composure. “Enough. Let’s go home.”

“But Mom…” Kayla whined.

“Let’s go!” Myra ordered.

Kayla reluctantly complied.