Chapter 399 Elvis Shaw The Arson
Maeve didn’t waste time on trivial conversations with Cherise. “You know, Mandy has labeled me a pervert for using a doppelganger to seduce my own brother. But to me, it’s not perversion; in my opinion, it’s taking advantage of an opportunity.
“Mandy and Damien, they were like my proteges. Especially Mandy. I shaped her and taught her everything she knows. If she follows the plan, she’ll dominate Adania’s high society, just like I
used to.”
“Unfortunately…”
“There’s nothing unfortunate about that,” Cherise pursed her lips. “Mandy is an independent person with her own thoughts. You can’t impose your ideas on her.”
“She has the right to live life on her own terms.”
Hah! The same old lame excuse.
Maeve let out a bitter laugh. “You’re absolutely right. She can do as she pleases, just like Damien.
you and
“What about me, then?” Maeve’s voice grew angry and raspy. She extended her scarred, disfigured hand, pointing to her ruined face. “Did I get to choose? What’s left for me?”
Cherise bit her lip, looking at the horrifying sight before her, her hand clenched. “I sympathize with what you’ve been through, but you can’t burden someone else with your misfortune. The person who started that fire thirteen years ago is to blame. Don’t ruin Mandy’s chance at happiness.”
Maeve sneered, “So you mean I should seek revenge on the person who caused that fire and destroyed my life?”
Cherise furrowed her brow, taking a moment to think. “Well, in a way.”
“Every wrongdoing has consequences; he did something he had no right to do, and he should face the consequences.”
Maeve laughed once more. “You’re incredibly naive. Perhaps you’re still clueless even now.”
Maeve’s smile at the corner of her lips turned cold. “It was Elvis who caused that massive fire back then.”
Cherise’s expression froze immediately. Her eyes widened, her voice quivering slightly. “Which Elvis…
“The Elvis who raised you.”
Maeve’s face took on a more sinister edge as she smiled. “Remember thirteen years ago when you
Chapter 399 Elvis Shaw The Arson
Maeve didn’t waste time on trivial conversations with Cherise. “You know, Mandy has labeled me a pervert for using a doppelganger to seduce my own brother. But to me, it’s not perversion; in my opinion, it’s taking advantage of an opportunity.”
“Mandy and Damien, they were like my proteges. Especially Mandy. I shaped her and taught her everything she knows. If she follows the plan, she’ll dominate Adania’s high society, just like I used to.”
“Unfortunately…”
“There’s nothing unfortunate about that,” Cherise pursed her lips. “Mandy is an independent person with her own thoughts. You can’t impose your ideas on her.”
“She has the right to live life on her own terms.”
Hah! The same old lame excuse.
Maeve let out a bitter laugh. “You’re absolutely right. She can do as she pleases, just like you and Damien.
“What about me, then?” Macve’s voice grew angry and raspy. She extended her scarred, disfigured hand, pointing to her ruined face. “Did I get to choose? What’s left for me?”
Cherise bit her lip, looking at the horrifying sight before her, her hand clenched. “I sympathize with what you’ve been through, but you can’t burden someone else with your misfortune. The person who started that fire thirteen years ago is to blame. Don’t ruin Mandy’s chance at happiness.”
Maeve sneered, “So you mean I should seek revenge on the person who caused that fire and destroyed my life?”
Cherise furrowed her brow, taking a moment to think. “Well, in a way.”
“Every wrongdoing has consequences; he did something he had no right to do, and he should face the consequences.”
Maeve laughed once more. “You’re incredibly naive. Perhaps you’re still clueless even now.”
Maeve’s smile at the corner of her lips turned cold. “It was Elvis who caused that massive fire back then.
Cherise’s expression froze immediately. Her eyes widened, her voice quivering slightly. “Which
Elvis…”
“The Elvis who raised you.
Maeve’s face took on a more sinister edge as she smiled. “Remember thirteen years ago when you
fell seriously ill and almost didn’t make it? And Elvis suddenly came home with twenty thousand to get you treated?”
Maeve’s gaze gradually became wild and deranged. “Do you know how that twenty thousand came about? It was the price for burning down my house!”
The woman’s voice was hoarse and unsettling. And every word she uttered struck Cherise to the
core.
“That day was Damien’s birthda
“You can verify it with the hospital; the day you were ill was Damien’s birthday. Those criminals had it all planned. They knew I would come back for Damien’s birthday, and they were certain my brother wouldn’t turn on the lights until I arrived, leaving him alone at home with his troubled thoughts.”
“Your uncle did their dirty work by burning down our house and destroying our lives!”
She pointed at her own disfigured face in a fit of anger. “Elvis Shaw, the man who raised you, turned me into this freak because of you.”
“By what right do you think you can marry my brother?”
Cherise slumped on the couch, her limbs turning to ice. She just stared at Maeve, her mind going blank.
Despite Maeve’s loud words, it felt as if they were miles away.
She continued to stare, unable to find the words.
She…
Thirteen years ago, the day she fell ill, it was Damien’s birthday that day.
