Marrying the Ugly Heir for Truth and Wealth

Chapter 500 Pin The Blame.

Meanwhile, inside the bathroom of the master bedroom, Christina was lying in the bathtub, the warm

water dispelling her exhaustion. As the steam rose, her vision gradually became hazy.

She began to reflect on the events of the day. The close call lingered in her thoughts, and she almost

thought that she wouldn't be able to make it back safely.

However, the incident also enabled Christina to learn of the Gibsons’ true intentions. They had

deceived her for the sake of financial gain.

Christina's mind raced with thoughts and questions. If that's the case, then why did Grandma transfer

the shares to me? Could it be that it was a calculated move to manipulate me into severing my ties with

Nathaniel?

How can they so easily take advantage of those who are related to them?

The realization of her family's willingness to stoop to such despicable means for their own gain left

Christina disheartened as hatred welled up in her heart.

With that in mind, she resolved never to set foot in the Gibson residence again, as they had thoroughly

let her down.

Christina relaxed her body, submerging herself fully in the bathtub. Suddenly, a jolt of surprise coursed

through her as a large hand plunged into the water, gripping her wrist tightly and forcefully pulling her

out of the water.

“Christina, what’s wrong?” Nathaniel's eyes were filled with shock as though he had just witnessed her

doing something dangerous to herself.

However, Christina merely wanted to relax her mind.

“I'm fine. I just—”

Before she could utter another word, Nathaniel swiftly enveloped her in his arms, holding her tightly as

if afraid she would vanish in an instant. “I'm here now. You don't need to be afraid anymore,” he

reassured her.

Christina's gaze turned cold as she looked at him. She gritted her teeth lightly as she explained, “I’m

not afraid. I just haven't figured out how to deal with them.”

“No matter your decision, you have my full support.”

Christina nodded faintly, a frosty glint flitting across her eyes. J vow to seize everything the Gibson

family possesses and strip Anya of everything she owns. When her train of thought ended there, she

explained to the man, “First, we need to halt the investment for Gibson Corporation. Besides, we only

saw...” Meanwhile, in a hospital room in Hallsbay, Anya regained consciousness and was overwhelmed

by a throbbing pain in her head. As she collected her thoughts, the memories of her confrontation with

Christina and the subsequent fall down the stairs came rushing back to her.

She rang the bell several times, but no one responded to her calls for assistance. Left with no other

choice, Anya could only take matters into her own hands and leave the bed by herself.

As Anya ventured into the corridor, her gaze landed on a woman clad in a hospital gown who was

walking toward her. A fleeting expression of astonishment flashed across the woman's face when she

locked eyes with Anya. Overwhelmed by the shock, she appeared on the verge of fainting.

Anya furrowed her brows. What's her problem?

Anya made her way to the nurse station where she noticed a nurse on the night shift dozing off. Feeling

exasperated, she rapped her knuckles on the table to grab the nurse's attention and firmly stated, “I

want to be discharged.”

The nurse looked up and gasped in surprise. It took a while before she came back to her senses. “Uh...

may I have your ward number, Miss?”

“I don't know. My name is Anya Gibson. Check for yourself”

Perplexed by the peculiar reactions she received, Anya couldn't help but feel a sense of unease. Is

there something terrifying about my appearance? Did the fall deform my face or something?

At that thought, she got worried and scanned her surroundings in search of a mirror.

Seeing that there was a big half-length mirror in the office, Anya swiftly made her way in. When her

reflection came into view, she, too, was filled with shock. Staring back at her was a face marred by a

long and jagged scar, stretching from her forehead to the center of her eyebrows. The once familiar

features now appeared ferocious and intimidating.

“Ah!” A shriek escaped her lips. Anya grabbed whatever was within reach and hurled it at the mirror

with all her might, continuing to do so with everything that could be thrown.

The nurse rushed over, her voice filled with concern. “Please, you need to calm down. Getting so

worked up like this will only hinder your recovery.” “What happened to my face? Tell me!” Anya shouted

as she tightly clenched the nurse's sleeve. “You bumped into something during your fall down the

stairs.

Luckily, cosmetic procedures have advanced significantly, and your face will heal with time,” the nurse

offered in a comforting tone. Nevertheless, Anya struggled to come to terms with her altered reality.

She forcefully pushed the nurse aside, her sobs echoing throughout the room as she hugged her

knees.

This is all Christina's fault. This ts all her fault! I wouldn't have rolled down the stairs if not for her.

Christina, I'll make sure you pay for this!

The next morning, the warmth of the morning sun painted the room in a vibrant glow, gently stirring

Christina from her slumber.

Two petite figures dashed into the room, each carrying something in their tiny hands. Lucas held a cup

of freshly poured milk, while Camila carefully carried a plate of delicious bread. “Wake up, Mommy. It's

time for breakfast!”

Christina stretched her limbs before sitting up and welcoming her children into her embrace. Only when

she felt the comforting warmth of their bodies did a serene tranquility wash over her, enveloping her

heart with a profound sense of peace.

“Bring these down. I'll head downstairs after I'm done washing up.” With that, she pecked them on their

cheeks.

Lucas and Camila exchanged glances. As joyful smiles adorned their little faces, they ran out of the

room, each clutching their breakfast treasures.

Wasting no time, Christina freshened up and changed into a fresh set of clothes before heading

downstairs.

Lucas and Camila were playing soccer in the courtyard, while Nathaniel sat at the dining table,

engrossed in the documents before him. There were two sets of breakfast on the table.

Christina walked over to his side and sat down to have some food. Just then, Nathaniel handed her the

documents for a termination of contract. “Have you thought it through?” he asked.

“There's no point in pondering. They don't care about me, so why should I spare them some thought?”

Christina's voice held a firm determination as she uttered those words.

They don't care about me, their disregard for my feelings is evident. Thus, I shouldn't have any

reservations either, and tf I'm doing this, Ill show them no mercy.

Nathaniel passed the document to Sebastian. “Send it immediately. I suppose the Gibsons will receive

it by this afternoon.”

The latter took the document and left.

It had been a long time since Christina had an off day. That day, she did not intend to go anywhere and

wanted to spend the entire day accompanying her children at home, savoring the luxury of having

some time off.

The ever-productive woman re-planned her kids’ study courses for the second half of the year and

made some necessary arrangements for her studio.

In the evening, Raymond brought her a letter.

Christina's curiosity was piqued when she noticed it was sent from Hallsbay, and she opened it at once.

“What's this?” Nathaniel took the envelope from her hand.

It was a letter from Anya. The woman was suing Christina for assault. “She was the one who wanted to

push me but ended up slipping herself. How dare she try to pin the blame on me?” Christina exclaimed,

furious.

Such claims could not be established without evidence. However, she was afraid that the cunning Anya

would fabricate evidence to support her argument.

The letter mentioned that the assault had caused Anya to sustain an injury on her forehead, and she

was demanding total compensation for treatment expenses from Christina.

However, Christina remembered that the woman's face was not injured from the fall.

Anya’s a vain woman, so she wouldn't hurt herself for the sake of suing me. In that case, where on

earth did she sustain that injury? Property of Nô)(velDr(a)ma.Org.

Nathaniel put the piece of paper away. “Just leave such matters to the lawyer. Don't let it affect your

mood,” he told her.

“I'm not in the wrong, so I'm not afraid of her at all,’ Christina affirmed with a nod.

The following day, Christina woke up early and prepared some breakfast for the kids. After dropping

them off at the kindergarten, she headed to her studio.

It had been so long since Christina last stepped foot in the studio that even Rayne wondered if her

eyes were playing tricks on her when she saw Christina.