Following behind Winifred, Leland placed the basket of fruit next to the bedside cabinet, closest to Aubrey, who couldn’t help but notice.
Aubrey glanced at the basket of fruit and knew that Winifred had malicious intent. All the fruit in the basket was cooling in nature, not suitable for someone with Aubrey’s condition.
“Winifred, you did this on purpose!” Aubrey’s eyes, bloodshot and piercing, were a constant reminder of the hatred between her and Winifred. It was this person who had caused her harm.
She hated. If it weren’t for her limited mobility, the abdominal pain, the IV drip on her hand, Aubrey would have wanted to strangle this person to death.
Winifred remained unfazed, analyzing Aubrey’s words.
Intentional. It was intentional to buy fruit that would aggravate her condition, and it was intentional to deceive her into going to school to be injured and have a miscarriage.
Moving a chair in the ward behind Winifred, Leland sat down and watched Aubrey lying in the bed, unable to move. She did not deny, but openly acknowledged, “Yes, I did it on purpose. These fruits are indeed not suitable for someone who has had a miscarriage. But you are different, your uterus is ruined. Eating these cooling fruits won’t affect you much, anyway, you won’t be able to have children in the future.”
These words were like stabbing a knife into Aubrey’s heart. She felt more pain in her heart than in the wound on her abdomen. Aubrey was trembling with anger, tears streaming down her face.
Three nurses, seeing her emotionally distressed, tried to calm her down, telling Winifred to speak less as the patient couldn’t handle emotional stress.
Winifred sneered, “She brought this upon herself by asking me to visit her, wasn’t it?” leaving the three nurses speechless.
Fortunately, Aubrey was not so fragile. She was not a delicate item that could shatter easily. Her wounds did not bleed due to anger. She was able to ask the three nurses to leave and close the door behind them.
What she was about to say next was specifically for Winifred to hear.
Winifred was not afraid of any tricks Aubrey might try; she had prepared Leland beforehand.
“Winifred, do you know why your mother is not here?” Aubrey looked at Winifred’s furrowed face, a strange smile creeping onto her face. “Have you always heard that your mother ran away with another man after giving birth to you? That’s not true… Gregory and everyone else tricked you. Your mother… she’s already dead.”
Winifred’s furrowed brow relaxed, “Why should I believe you?”
“Yes, you may not believe me because you never heard it from your father’s mouth. I know because your father, drunk, embraced me and said it. Do you know why your mother committed suicide after giving birth to you? She was raped by your father and forced to have you.
“That woman had a husband and a family. Because of your father, everything was destroyed. So after giving birth to you, she couldn’t bear the shame and chose to end her life. Over the years, your father has been good to you, right? It’s all because of your resemblance to that woman.”
“Last night, I kept thinking about something that I couldn’t understand. Gregory talks about his beloved daughter outside, but if he loves you so much, why does he rarely interact with you? He gives you a house, servants to take care of you, and an endless amount of money. It seems like he’s fulfilling his fatherly duties and yet not… I suddenly understand now…”
“Gregory does love you, but his feelings for you are complicated. He doesn’t live with you to avoid developing father-daughter bonds. He… hahaha…”
What is it? Is she her mother’s substitute? There are many kinds of relationships in this world, between men and women. If there is no father-daughter bond between Winifred and Gregory, then there must be a romantic one. Gregory’s feelings for her…
Winifred didn’t want to think about it, but thoughts of Gregory’s behavior towards her over the years surfaced in her mind. Gregory often said to her.
-A daughter is her father’s little lover.
She detested this phrase. ‘Lover’ implies an ambiguous relationship. To Winifred, using the term ‘lover’ in a father-daughter relationship was inappropriate. Winifred couldn’t help but think of it in a negative light.
Winifred’s current mood was like a balloon blown up so big that it couldn’t burst, holding on the edge of an explosion, only to be pricked with a needle.
Winifred remained silent, with no expression on her face, but her heart had already undergone a profound transformation.
Even Aubrey, lying on the bed, couldn’t help but admire Winifred’s mental resilience.
After all, she was someone who could commit murder without hesitation.
It wouldn’t be good to say everything directly, leaving some room for imagination often leads to more terrifying outcomes.
Aubrey chuckled weakly, sarcastically remarking to Winifred, “Your father has so many women outside! Do you think that by killing my child, no one will bear his children? Let me tell you, there are plenty of women who want to have his children to secure their position. Do you think you can kill them all?”