No one knew the depths of Dowager Vance's pain.
She and her husband had married late.
She was in her thirties when she gave birth to Quinton, and nearly forty when Rosemary was born.
Now, her only son was gone!
What was the point of her staying alive in this world?
Although she still had a daughter. But what good was a daughter? Could a daughter carry on the family name?
Even if her daughter married, any children she had would bear another man's name.
"Quinton! Quinton!" Dowager Vance jolted awake from a nightmare, drenched in
sweat.
Twenty years.
It had been twenty long years.
She was always trapped in the same recurring nightmare.
Dreaming of the time before her son passed away!
Remembering the scene from her dream, Dowager Vance pounded on her heart, sobbing uncontrollably. "Quinton! My dear boy!"
It was all Carey's fault.
That's right.
Dowager Vance had always believed Carey was responsible for Quinton's death.
After all, Quinton had been on his way to see Carey when the car crash happened.
She was a jinx! Carey was nothing but a jinx!
If it weren't for Carey, she would not only have three lively, adorable
grandchildren, but also a sensible and obedient daughter-in-law.
It was all because of that bitch, Carey. She was the one who seduced her precious son.
If it weren't for Carey, how could Quinton have died?
Dowager Vance blamed Quinton's death entirely on Carey.
After Quinton died, Dowager Vance had been waiting for an opportunity for revenge.
She wanted Stuart and Carey's family of three to join her son in death!
Finally, nine months later, Dowager Vance saw a glimmer of hope.
The car carrying Stuart and Carey was involved in a serious accident.
Coincidentally, Dowager Vance happened to be at a monastery in the mountains praying for Quinton, and on her way back, she found Carey, covered in blood.
No one knew how thrilled Dowager Vance was in that moment!
Nine months. It had been nine months since her son's accident!
No one knew how she had survived those nine months.
Now, she had finally found the culprit.
Originally, Dowager Vance had wanted to kill her on the spot.
But then she reconsidered.
What would killing Carey accomplish? She had to keep Carey alive!
She had to make Carey spend the rest of her life as a widow in atonement for Quinton!
A quick and easy death?
How could that compare to a life of suffering?
She wouldn't just make Carey live in pain.
She would make both the Richards and the Gonzales families live in pain.
No sign of her, dead or alive!
So, Dowager Vance had someone take Carey back with them.
At the time, Carey was severely injured. After treatment, she only slowly regained consciousness halt avgar later. To year
revent Carey from...
becoming uncontrollable when she
woke up, Dowager Vance had the doctors administer antidepressants
during her treatment.
Carey had already suffered a severe head injury. With this deliberate intervention,
when Carey woke up, she had forgotten everything.
The first person she saw when she opened her eyes was Dowager Vance.
Therefore, the person she trusted most was also Dowager Vance.
Dowager Vance seized the
telling her that Quinton had died saving her, and gave her the new identity of Flavia Cartwright.
opportunity to manipulate Carey et
From then on, Carey lived in a constant state of guilt and anguish.
She felt that everything was her fault.
Because she was constantly on medication, she never once doubted Dowager Vance.
But no matter how well Dowager Vance concealed things, Carey was a living person. If they had remained in Eldermere, the truth would have eventually come out. So, Dowager Vance used political asylumasa means to align with the Windsor family and immigrated to Valerium. For the next ten years, she continued to give Carey antidepressants.
This caused Carey's health to deteriorate, leaving her in a perpetual daze.
During her years with the Vance family, she endured endless torment.
Even after tormenting Carey for twenty years, Dowager Vance still didn't feel satisfied. After all, her precious son had lost his life!
Carey deserved to atone for her son's death!
At this thought, her face twisted into a vicious expression. "Someone! Someone come here!"
A maid on the night shift immediately pushed the door open and entered. "Madam, what are your orders?"
Dowager Vance continued, "Go and bring that bitch Flavia Cartwright to me!"
"Yes, Madam."
Although she didn't know why Dowager Vance was summoning her so late at night, Carey still came.
"Mother," Carey said, still in her pajamas. "You called for me."
"Kneel!" Dowager Vance looked at Carey's face and sneered.
Carey could only bend her knees and kneel.