My Mother Killed Me For Her Stepdaughter novel Chapter 60

"Stop rushing me. It's annoying. That little rich girl is almost mine—too bad her old man doesn't approve. But luckily, that idiot is willing to go against her family for me. Haha, her dad even fainted from anger. If both her parents died from this, it'd be perfect—she'd inherit everything, and after we get married, it'd all be mine. Then you wouldn't need to worry about me paying you back."

"I've looked into her family background carefully—they're insanely rich. Failure? No way. I'm not boasting, but with the way I personally handle every detail, no woman can resist me. She's already head over heels for me. Last night, a small issue popped up, but I smoothed it over with a few words. Women are just too easy to fool."

The voice was unmistakable—it was Andrew himself, his tone arrogant and smug.

The bar fell silent instantly.

"Now, do you have anything left to say?"

So, it had all been fake, even his kindness towards me—a calculated act. How ridiculous that I had angered my father, who had loved me since I was a child, all for someone like him. I was nothing but an ungrateful fool.

Andrew's face turned ashen, and he crawled over, clinging to my leg desperately.

"Caroline, it's all fake! You have to believe me!" I looked at him, the remnants of a lipstick stain still on his cheek, and felt nothing but disgust.

"Don't bully my mom!" Elisa charged forward, kicking and hitting him, trying to pry his hands off, but she wasn't strong enough.

"Andrew, you make me sick. We're done." I closed my eyes, unwilling to look at his wretched face any longer.

"Caroline, I've done so much for you! I love you—how can you just end things?" he cried, his voice hoarse, his eyes red with desperation.

I kicked him hard, sending him crashing into the table, his head striking the edge. Without looking back, I took Elisa's hand and walked away. A person as revolting as him didn't deserve another glance.

That night, I gathered all the things Andrew had given me over the years, packed them up, and threw them into the trash outside. Thinking back on everything over the past two years, it felt like ants were crawling over my skin, leaving me physically and mentally repulsed.

Elisa hummed a tune beside me, looking happier than I was.

"Be honest, where did you get that phone and recording?" I asked. I didn't remember her having a phone when she first arrived. And the recording—how had she managed it when she'd been with me all night?

Hector didn't respond, absorbed in taking notes. Unsure if he hadn't heard or was ignoring me, I raised my voice a little.

"Are you free for dinner tonight?"

I might have raised my voice too much, as the head doctor glanced over briefly before hurrying on after giving instructions.

As Hector left, he gave me a small smile, a hint of amusement in his expression.

"You should be more considerate, child. Hector's working," my mother chided softly. I then realized how my words might have sounded, and my face flushed a deep red.

Elisa's round eyes curved into playful crescents as she giggled beside me.

So young, yet already so mischievous.