My Dad Chose My Aunt 10 Times, Unaware I Stripped His Billion Legacy Chapter 03

My Dad Chose My Aunt 10 Times, Unaware I Stripped His Billion Legacy Chapter 03

No phone. No money.

And the security guards at Ashford Manor, acting on Nathaniel’s orders, just stood there and

watched.

So Mom wrapped me in her coat and carried me down the mountain herself.

Step by step. In the pouring rain.

A trail of blood stretched behind us along the winding road.

Then the storm washed it away.

By the time dawn broke, Mom was staggering. But she finally got me to a hospital.

Through my fading consciousness, I heard a doctor suck in a sharp breath.

Then chaos-voices, footsteps, the blare of alarms.

When I came to, the first thing I heard was that faint electronic crackle.

(Host time remaining: six hours until departure from this world.]

The moment my vision focused, a loud slap rang out.

“Eliza! You still dare spread lies about Fiona online? You think I won’t do anything to you?”

Ignoring the IV needle in my hand, I shot upright in panic.

Mom’s face had been struck to the side.

Nathaniel stood over her.

A thin line of blood seeped from the corner of her mouth,

But she only let out a bitter laugh, her eyes full of exhaustion.

“Nathaniel.” Her voice was calm. “When have you ever believed me?”

Nathaniel froze. His fingers trembled slightly.

But before he could speak, Fiona suddenly broke into tears.

“Eliza, forgive me.”

“I shouldn’t have let it slip that you took credit for saving Nathaniel.”

“You were always so good to me… Maybe I should’ve just let you have it.”

“But calling me a homewrecker…”

She suddenly pulled out a fruit knife.

Then pressed it against her throat.

“Eliza, you’re driving me to my death. I don’t want to live anymore-take Nathaniel back!”

The blade flashed. A streak of blood appeared.

“Fiona!” Nathaniel’s voice ripped through the room, raw with panic. “Don’t. Don’t you dare.”

He lunged forward immediately.

Not once did he even glance at Mom-not even as the flying blade sliced her arm.

Instead, rage exploded across his face.

He kicked Mom hard in the stomach.

“You’re going to tell the truth right now.’

His voice was ice cold.

“Confess that you’re the homewrecker. That you schemed your way into this family by any means

necessary.”

Mom crashed onto the floor. Pain twisted her body.

Then she coughed up a mouthful of blood.

Tears filled my eyes. I threw myself over her protectively and screamed at Nathaniel.

“Mom’s been sick herself-and still taking care of me!”

“When would she even have the time to bully Aunt Fiona?”

I broke down completely.

The words came tumbling out between sobs.

“She’s a liar!”

“Dad, when did you become like this? You said you only loved Mom-you said she was the only

one!”

Nathaniel’s expression flickered.

For the briefest moment, something seemed to crack.

But then Fiona swayed weakly into his arms.

Her voice was soft and pitiful.

“Nathaniel, don’t blame Eliza. She must have put Vivienne up to this.”

“I only hope you can make those rumors go away… As long as our baby isn’t hurt by all this…”

Surprise lit his eyes-then something far uglier.

Without another word, he turned to the bodyguards.

“Hold her down. And get the reporters in here-now.”

The moment those words left his mouth, tears welled in Mom’s eyes.

I lunged forward, biting furiously at the hands reaching for her.

But before I could stop them, Nathaniel grabbed me and tossed me aside like I was nothing.

“Vivi!” Mom’s scream rang through the room.

I hit the floor hard.

Pain exploded through my body-the world spun, every breath agonizing, every bone screaming.

I couldn’t get back up.

Mom stared at Nathaniel through her tears.

Her voice trembled with heartbreak.

“I won’t do it.”

She held his gaze.

“Her child can’t suffer the slightest grievance-but mine can suffer all of this?” Her chest shook.

“You just refuse to see it, Nathaniel. You’ve made damn sure you don’t.”

Nathaniel merely curled his lip. Then he reached toward Mom’s neck.

One sharp yank-and the pendant she always wore was in his hand.

Mom’s face went white.

That pendant that held the ashes of her unborn child, the baby she had lost-Nathaniel held it in his/

hand.

His eyes were cold and detached.

“You can refuse.”

“But as for what’s inside this pendant… whether it stays there-that’s another matter entirely.”