What do you mean?
Is Brangelina talking nonsense again?
Is she… acting out a phone call?
Who’s on the phone?
Enrico crouched down in front of Brangelina, “Go on.”
“…”
Brangelina sat on the floor, looked at him thoughtfully, and thought hard, her five senses straining, her eyebrows knitted together. After a while, she said, “Blanca’s younger daughter is the mother, and Jasper is the grandfather.”
Everyone was astonished.
Blanca stood there, looking at Brangelina in shock, her mind a blank.
What little daughter, what grandfather?
“Big sister, what are you talking about?” Beinice asked with a furrowed brow.
“Don’t interrupt me, I can’t even remember!”
Brangelina glared fiercely at Beinice, her fingers winding around the phone cord as she thought and thought and thought. Suddenly her eyes lit up and she shouted cheerfully, “I don’t want to recognize her! I don’t want to recognize her anymore!”
Her cheerfulness was out of place in the suffocating atmosphere.
“Well done,” Enrico’s lips curled up into a smile, and he looked up at Blanca.
His gaze was full of cruel irony.
“…” Blanca stood there, her bright face already devoid of blood.
Enrico slowly stood up from the ground and looked at Jasper, “Old man, when we return to the country, I will have the button sent over.”
After saying this, Enrico turned around and left.
“…” Jasper stood there, his expression completely frozen, and soon, his hanging hands trembled.
“What button? Enrico, don’t go! You have to explain yourself!” Blanca snapped back to her senses and, regardless of the consequences, chased after Enrico.
She was in such a hurry that she tripped and, unable to use her hands, which were tied behind her back, she fell heavily to the ground, her head slamming against the door frame, instantly causing a deep gash to appear from which blood gushed.
Enrico had already walked into the light snow. He paused for a moment, but without looking back, he continued walking.
Blanca could not get up no matter how she tried. She lay there, propped up on her elbows, staring at his back. She shouted in a pitiful voice, “Enrico, come back here! Explain yourself to me!”
“Blanca!” Beatrice hurried over and helped Blanca up.
Blanca had lost all color in her face, and she was so weak that she could do nothing but sit limp on the ground. Blood from her forehead ran down her wound and across her panicked eyes, looking extremely frightening.
“What button?”
Blanca sat on the ground, looking at Beinice like she had suddenly gone stupid. “Beinice, what does he mean? What does he mean Jasper is my grandfather? What does he mean? I don’t understand. Beinice, I don’t understand, I don’t understand…”
She really didn’t understand, not a word.
Beinice had never seen Blanca like this before, and was very distressed. While untying her from behind, he said, “You know your sister, she talks nonsense all day.”
Big sister…
Blanca seemed to suddenly understand something, and suddenly pounced on Brangelina, who was sitting nearby, and grabbed her arms with both hands. “Big sister, what does it mean? What did Paige tell you? You tell me! You tell me now!”
She shouted out in pain, one eye blood-red and very hideous.
Brangelina looked on, screaming in fear, struggling desperately to hit her, “Go away! Go away! You go away! I want Blanca! I want Blanca!”
“Sister! Don’t go crazy, you tell me!” Blanca shouted until her voice broke, clutching Brangelina even harder. Brangelina was in tears from the pain.
“Blanca, don’t do this, you’re scaring your sister,” Beatrice hurried over and pulled Blanca away with all her strength.
Blanca was still sitting on the ground, her face a horrible white. She panicked and took out the silver longevity charm from her pocket, clasping her hands together to hold it tightly. “No, it’s not true, Enrico is lying to me… She’s not my daughter, she can’t be my daughter, my daughter is gone…”
“Enrico is lying to me, he’s lying to me,”
Blanca said to herself, completely ignoring the large cut on her forehead. Her hands kept rubbing the long-life lock in her hands, as if only in this way could she feel a little safer.
“…”
The Folsom family looked at her in shock, and then turned to Jasper.
They saw that Jasper’s face was no better than Blanca’s, and his shoulders slumped, as he sat collapsed in the chair behind him, his eyes almost blank.
“Blanca, you get up first and let the family doctor treat your injuries.”
Beinice tried to pull Blanca up. “Whether Enrico is lying or not, we can just do a DNA test. There must be some of Paige’s hair in that private cell. If not, there’s blood on the ice, right? We’ll know for sure after we do a test. Don’t worry.”
“…”
Blanca couldn’t hear anymore. She kept denying it to herself, over and over again.
It’s not true.
It’s not true.
None of it is true.
“Blanca.”
“You don’t deserve a child.”
The snow and wind from the mountain reappeared before her eyes.
It’s not…
It’s not true, it’s all fake, it’s all fake.
Blanca seemed to have thought of something, turned around and pounced in front of Jasper, unable to even stand up, reached out and grabbed his trouser leg, looking at Jasper almost pleadingly, “Father, when Paige was little, were… were her foster parents feeding… feeding her drugs?”
The old man knows, the old man must know, this isn’t true, this isn’t.
“…”
Jasper looked numbly down at his daughter, whose face was half-covered in blood. She was no longer indifferent or calm, and there was only the last glimmer of hope in her eyes.
Jasper sat rigidly in his position for a long time, before slowly closing his eyes and nodding his head in pain.
“…”
The last glimmer of hope disappeared from Blanca’s eyes.
Her hand slowly let go of Jasper’s trouser leg, and she slumped to the ground, her back bent.
So, when they were on the mountain, Paige had deliberately said those things to her.
Paige had been looking at her when they fell, and it was her, the hesitation in her eyes, that had finally made Paige let go.
She had killed Marian.
She had killed Marian again.
It was her… it was all her…
Blanca’s fingers trembled as she pressed the locket to her chest, her eyes fixed and her body riddled with despair.
“Ahh…” she cried out in agony.
The piercing scream was especially loud in the silent hall, and Brangelina cowered in fear, while the Folsom family members could only look at each other.
No one had expected things to turn out like this.
…
By the time Enrico reached the mountains, his men were already suited up and ready to go into the water to retrieve the body.
“Mr. Gustin.”
The bodyguards straightened up at the sight of Enrico’s return.
The man was covered in blood, and everyone couldn’t help but gasp. Did Mr. Gustin kill someone from the Folsom family?