Queen Revenge

It was nine o’clock the next morning when I got back to the Richter family’s old mansion.

I hadn’t been home all night, and my cell phone had long since run out of battery and turned itself off, and I didn’t know if anyone had called me.

The car slowed to a stop in the parking lot, and the maid who went to the backyard to tidy up the grass and trees saw me and bent respectfully, “Second Young Lady.”

“Uh-huh.”

I locked the car doors and prepared to head down the hall, but noticed that the maid had been standing in place looking at me with a slightly off look on her face.

I stared at my feet, “Can I help you?”

The servant hurriedly bowed her head, “It’s fine, Second Young Lady, I’ll go to work.”

After saying that, the maid walked away very quickly, as if she was afraid that I would ask anything more, which was very strange.

I frowned, not caring, and continued toward the hall.

No sooner had her left foot stepped into the hall than Nancy Richter’s conspiratorial voice came over, “Yo, second sister-in-law still knows to come back.”

When I looked up, I saw that the sofa in the living room was full of people, Mr. Richter’s mother, with her silver hair coiffed meticulously, was sitting on the main sofa, Nancy Richter was sitting next to her, and Charles Richter, who had always been busy and seldom seen by anyone, was also there, sitting on his left hand side with a serious face, Fin Wilson and Joyce Parvis were sitting on the left and right sides of Charles Richter, Tina Deross and Ben Richter were sitting across from them, and Tina Deross and Ben Richter were sitting across from them. Mr. Richter’s mother sat on the left hand side of the sofa, Fin Wilson and Joyce Parvis sat on the right and left side of Mr. Richter, and Tina Deross sat on the opposite side of Mr. Richter with Ben Richter.

Except for Walker Richter, the Richter family has arrived.

Everyone’s expression was grave, the atmosphere was weird, but it was a little bit like a triple trial.

What’s going on here?

Is it because I didn’t come home all night?

This should not be so, but look at this battle, and are all coming at me, could it be …

My cover’s blown?

Immediately my heart stuttered, and the look on my face fell on Nancy Richter’s eyes, but it turned into heartbreak.

“Second sister-in-law, why do you look so ugly, are you weak-minded?”

“Nancy,” Mr. Richter’s mother gave Nancy Richter a stern look, and Nancy Richter shut up somewhat reluctantly.

“Bella, come here.” Mr. Richter’s mother narrowed her serious expression and beckoned me over.

I took a deep breath and walked over, “Grandma, Dad, Mom, big brother, sister-in-law …”

I called everyone in the Richter family one by one.

“Bella, what are you up to these days?”

Mr. Richter’s mother’s voice, though not as harsh as it had been to Nancy Richter, was not as kind as it usually was.

I’ve been going out early and coming home late all this time, and last night I didn’t come back at all, so it looks like Nancy Richter should be the one moving around and saying something in front of the old lady.

I stabilized my mind and said, half-heartedly, “Grandma, a friend of mine is sick and has been in the hospital lately …”

“What friends? The hospital, what hospital again? You can’t tell me.” Nancy Richter cut me off and said, “Grandma, look at her now, she’s not being honest, she’s still lying.”

I’d been visiting Fiona Croix in the hospital before, but lately, in the past few days, I’ve been squatting on Selina Versta, except for taking Ulysses Will to a specialist in burns.This is from NôvelDrama.Org.

Instead of berating Nancy Richter this time, Mr. Richter’s mother looked at me and asked, “Bella, I’d like to hear the truth about what you’ve been up to lately. What kind of people have you been seeing.”

I always got the impression that Mr. Richter’s mother didn’t really want to know what I’d been doing lately, but that there was something else going on.

I glanced around at the the Richter family people in the room, and the ever-silent Fin Wilson spoke up instead, “Bella, just say it.”

It’s not that I’m afraid to say it, but once I do tell the truth, I can’t get it back.

The real Bella Hill didn’t cross paths with Fiona Croix, and it would have been a bigger deal to tell Ulysses Will.

I frowned, pondering how to deal with it, upstairs suddenly came the sound of sweetheart’s crying, usually when sweetheart cried, Mr. Richter’s mother tensed up, but at this moment, but indifferent, just coldly let the nanny to sweetheart coaxed well.

“Yes old lady.” The nanny ran upstairs in fear to coax SWEETHEART.

I subconsciously glanced at Tina Deross, who wrinkled her nose and shook her head anxiously at me, imploring me to tell the truth.

It seemed like everyone in the room knew what was going on and was just waiting for me to open my mouth and admit it.

But what do I admit?

Admit to not being Bella Hill or admit to squatting at the Pan family?

The latter is feared to be unbelievable and even more unexplained.

I frowned and looked to Mr. Richter’s mother, “Grandma, just say what you have to say.”

To beat around the bush like that really makes people’s hearts flutter and go up and down.

Mr. Richter’s mother pursed her lips, as if it were a bad idea to speak.

At this point Nancy Richter looked at Mr. Richter’s mother, got the old lady’s approval, and asked me directly, “You know Ulysses Will, don’t you, and not just in a normal way, and that’s the man you’ve been hanging out with lately, isn’t it.”

For Nancy Richter to ask so directly, it seems to have been investigated.

And for Mr. Richter’s mother to allow Nancy Richter to ask, and to gather everyone in THE Richter family to sit here, should be more than just knowing that I’ve been seeing Ulysses Will a lot lately.

I’ve got a vague idea of what’s going on.

Just a few hours ago, I purposely terrorized Selina Versta by taking sweetheart and forcing her to admit that she was Bella Hill, not realizing that my worst fears had come true.

Sure enough.

My silence seemed like acquiescence to everyone in THE RICHTER FAMILY, and Fin Wilson slammed the table in disappointment and exasperation, “You really do have a man on the side, and SWEETHEART isn’t of THE RICHTER FAMILY’s seed.”

I’ve never seen Fin Wilson angry before, and now that it’s a big deal involving bloodlines, Fin Wilson’s reaction is kind of normal.

After working hard for months to bring up my granddaughter, only to suddenly realize that it’s not my own, it’s good enough that the Richter family people haven’t just claimed me and kicked me out of the Richter family.

SWEETHEART is not Walker Richter’s child, that much I know, and now that THE Richter family people are openly asking, even if I lied, it wouldn’t stand up to a paternity test certificate.

Nancy Richter was indignant on the side: “Second sister-in-law, why don’t you say anything, you can hide it really deep, thanks to my second brother who favors you so much, but you are messing around outside behind his back, even SWEETHEART isn’t the child of THE RICHTER FAMILY, you can really do something like this, your heart is too deep, too poisonous. ”

I don’t know how much evidence Nancy Richter has, whether it’s speculation or real evidence, and at this point, I’m all over the map.

Bella Hill is really leaving me in the lurch.

“Bella ah Bella, how can you do such a thing, ask me this wife to treat you well, the Richter family did not treat you badly ah, but you but, you but … “Mr. Richter’s mother pestle cane hand are trembling, pain, my performance let her down, she may originally still hold a glimmer of hope, but I can not say a word to explain the refutation in addition to silence, everything has been clear.

Charles Richter also turned on me, bursting into a rage, “Bella Hill, what have you got to say.”

Fin Wilson was also trembling with anger: “Bella Hill, you’re really something, playing the whole THE Richter family for a fool, marrying in a wild child pretending to be a child of THE Richter family, you’re really wicked.”

Nancy Richter pointed angrily at me, “I’d like to see if Second Brother will help you again when he finds out, Second Brother hates being cheated in his life, he won’t let you off the hook.”

With the exception of Mr. & Mrs. Ben RichterTina Deross & Joyce Parvis, everyone else was furious and wanted to eat me alive.

The Richter family is afraid that in this life has never suffered such a great deception, being fooled by a woman, in my place, I am afraid that I do not have this kind of cultivation, direct action.

“I’m sorry, I … Grandma …”

Before the words were finished, Mr. Richter’s mother rolled her eyes and fainted directly.

“Mom!”

“Grandma!”

“Get to the hospital.”

The Richter family was in a tizzy.