Chapter 1236:
Davina had humiliated them—right to their faces.
How dare she? How dare this insolent girl compare herself to their son?
“Humph!” Terence snorted, his voice hardening. “If you refuse, then you’ll never know where your mother’s ashes are kept.”
Putting on an air of gentle compassion, Nelly spoke again, her tone soft and sugary.
“Davina, I wish they could have the chance. But thinking of all the suffering you went through and finally having a chance to live a life of wealth and honor, how could I not give you that opportunity? Besides, your sister is younger than you—it’s only right for you to marry first so it can be her turn next.”
“That’s too good for me,” Davina sneered, her tone dripping with disdain. “You’d better save that chance for yourselves. After all, your daughter isn’t that much younger than me.”
Katy was almost the same age as Davina—only a few days apart—which made it clear that Terence’s betrayal had gone on for years.
Davina’s mother had lived her life in ignorance, learning the truth only on her deathbed.
By then, everything was far too late.
The young Davina had been cast aside, sent away to live in poverty and survive alone, while they carried on as a happy family of four.
The Morris family fortune had fallen into Terence’s hands, transforming him from a penniless man into someone accepted by the elite.
Davina’s heart burned with outrage on behalf of her mother, who had been deceived by a shameless man she once mistook for love.
Nelly had come prepared to play the gentle stepmom, but with Davina’s unflinching defiance, her resolve faltered.
𝑭𝒊𝒓𝒔𝒕 𝒖𝒑𝒍𝒐𝒂𝒅: ⲅ𝗮𝗅𝖓𝗈ν𝖊𝗅𝘀․𝖼𝗈𝗆
She and Terence had manipulated Davina’s naive mother for years, yet her daughter had turned out sharp and unyielding—too clever to fall into their traps.
Realizing that neither coercion nor persuasion would sway Davina, Terence decided to resort to something darker.
He forced a sigh, pretending to be weary and helpless. “Well, since you’re so determined, you can take your mother’s ashes. But it’s been so long since I last saw you. Just grant me one small wish—have a meal with me. After that, I’ll hand them over.”
Inside, Terence laughed coldly, his eyes glinting with cruelty.
They planned to drug her, render her unconscious, and deliver her to Darian’s bed. Once Darian had her, there would be no turning back—she would be trapped by shame and forced to accept her fate.
“I’m not here to negotiate. I’m here to tell you that I’ll be taking my mother’s ashes—whether you allow it or not,” Davina spat sharply.
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