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Chapter 358
Chapter 358
Chapter 358: Do You Think I Am the Victor?
“He left for abroad, to carry out Master Summers‘ tasks, never even glancing back at me…” Mia Ashworth’s eyes were now thick with hatred, her face twisted in rage.
Claire Donovan didn’t know whether to call Mia foolish or blinded by love. Love unrequited remains unrequited, regardless of the sacrifices made. Claire shook her head helplessly at Mia’s near madness.
Mia’s excitement grew as she spoke, her eyes bulging with hate and her fingers whitening from the pressure. “I married Benjamin Lyons in a fit of resentment and hate, despising that woman, Winona Summers. No matter what I did or how much I gave for Joseph, he only had eyes for her. So, I… ha– ha–ha…”
Her laughter was maniacal. She suddenly looked at Claire with intense hatred in her eyes, as if seeing Winona Summers in her. “When I learned Winona was to marry Frederick Vanderbilt, I was overjoyed, prepared a grand gift for their wedding. But then she fled the wedding, ha–ha, and I saw her escaping. I followed her, confronted her, and told her I was pregnant with Joseph’s child, and about helping him against the Felix. I said a lot, and I saw her face tighten. Ha–ha, I knew she believed it!”
Claire Donovan clenched her fists, her breath catching. Mia’s words confirmed her suspicions about why Winona Summers never sought Joseph after fleeing the wedding.
Heh, so that’s how it was! Mia Ashworth had poisoned her mother’s mind against Joseph with those words.
Even if Winona was initially doubtful, the closeness between Mia and Joseph and the situation with the Felix might have convinced her. Perhaps the shock was too much for even a strong–hearted Wino to bear.
Mia continued laughing hysterically, her face a mask of insanity. Claire’s eyes darkened, her fingers slowly relaxing from their clenched state. NôvelDrama.Org owns this.
Looking at Mia, she asked each word dripping with significance, “So, do you think you are the victor?”
“Victor?” Mia suddenly stopped laughing, looking into Claire’s eyes, tears streaming down her face, “Am I a victor? Ha–ha, am I? Ha–ha…”
Chapter 358. Do You Think I Am the Victor?
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She cried and laughed simultaneously, tears flowing uncontrollably, “Claire Donovan, when have you
ever seen a victor like me? I married a man I didn’t love, endured a loveless marriage, lived a life
of loneliness and solitude, unable even to confide in my own daughter. Do you think I am a victor?”
“Hmph,” Claire Donovan curled her lip coldly, understanding the burdens that must have weighed on Mia
Ashworth’s heart for many years. Unspoken and unvented, it was only now that she could speak of them,
seeming almost possessed by the revelation.
Some people are pitiable, yet more so despicable!
“Mia Ashworth, it was your actions that forced my mother to endure the agony of being ostracized,
separated from her loved ones, and the absence of fatherly love from the moment I was born. Do you
think what you did was right?”
“And what if it was wrong!?” Mia Ashworth suddenly elongated her neck, veins protruding alarmingly,
as she glared ferociously at Claire Donovan, barking in fury, “Your mother brought it upon herself,
she deserved it! Is she the victim? Then what about me? Who pities my lifelong suffering?”
Claire Donovan pursed her lips tightly, shaking her head. “You are the architect of your own
misfortune, attempting to seize a love that was never yours. By causing so much harm, you cannot
expect anyone’s pity.”
“I need no one’s pity!” Mia Ashworth roared, her fingers suddenly gripping a wine bottle and slamming
it onto the table. The bottle shattered, sending red wine splashing everywhere. Claire Donovan
remained motionless, her gaze deepening as she watched Mia’s frenzied state.
Some truths only emerge in moments of breakdown.
Claire watched Mia Ashworth’s outburst, and when her emotions peaked, she deliberately lowered her
voice, her husky tone catching Mia off guard.
“Mia Ashworth, you hated my mother so much that after she fled to Silverton, you sent someone to kill her. Afraid of legal repercussions, you orchestrated ‘accidents‘ to try and end her life, didn’t
you?”
Accidents?
Mia Ashworth paused, bewildered, staring at Claire Donovan, clueless about what she was implying. After a moment, she let out a deep, mocking laugh. “Claire Donovan, I know you’ve been investigating the truth behind your mother’s death, desperate to find the real culprit. Haha…”
after Winona Summers had escaped to Silverton.
The truth behind Winona Summers‘ death was gradually surfacing, piece by piece, as Claire Donovan
drew closer to the reality hidden within the stories of many.
After a ten–minute silence in the room, Claire Donovan finally stood up. “I’ll give you the ‘Tears of
the Rose‘ as soon as I receive the payment.”
“… …”
Mia Ashworth quickly opened her laptop beside her, looking eagerly at Claire Donovan. “The account
number, please.”