“Who told you that?” Sienna questioned.
Marilyn remained silent, just smoking.
“Even if it’s true, ask yourself, haven’t we treated you like our own daughter? From childhood to now, have you ever lacked anything?” Sienna felt heartbroken, “It’s not like we haven’t given you anything, Marilyn!”
“It would have been better if you hadn’t!” Marilyn roared, “What you gave me were just benefits that anyone could see, not affection!”
She trembled as she asked, “Who are my parents?”
Sienna didn’t answer. She grabbed Marilyn’s hand and pulled her up, “I’m taking you to rehab.”
“I’m not going!” Marilyn’s pupils were dilated, “Does mother want the whole world to know that the daughter of the Ellison family is like this?”
Sienna’s previously stubborn actions slowed down at that moment. She hesitated.
Marilyn sensed her hesitation and continued to ask, “Who are my parents?”
Sienna turned her back to her and took a deep breath, “They are dead.”
A long silence followed. Just as Callie was about to look up, Marilyn suddenly grabbed a cup and smashed it against the wall, the sound of shattering echoing.
The commotion finally alerted Jaquan.
He got the news and hurried downstairs in a robe, his steps chaotic, “Mother-”
Callie stood up and brushed past him.
Inside, there was a faint noise as Sienna raised her hand again and slapped Jaquan, “I entrusted my daughter to you, and this is how you teach her!”
Callie didn’t look back. She lowered her head and quickly left. Once outside, she took off her mask and breathed heavily.
She never expected that Marilyn and Isaac were not Sienna’s biological children, and that she was the only bloodline of the Ellison family.
Callie was in a daze. She stumbled to a corner to calm down, overwhelmed by the information.
No wonder she never felt any kind of telepathic connection with Marilyn; they weren’t related by blood.
Her phone vibrated. It was a message from Jaquan: Wait for me where you are.
He knew and probably guessed it too.
Callie couldn’t let him control her. She left the club directly but encountered Scarface again. His attitude was no longer as friendly as it had been at the hospital.
“You can’t leave.”
Callie pressed her lips together, “Why?”
“Boss ordered it. We can’t disobey.”
Callie lowered her head, knowing she couldn’t escape. She turned around, “Can I at least use the restroom?”
Scarface was silent and signaled for a female attendant to accompany her.
Callie entered the restroom. The attendant followed closely. Callie frowned, “Do you need to watch me?”
The attendant hesitated and stepped back, “I’ll wait outside.”
Callie closed the door and immediately took out the items from her bag. She forcefully opened the toilet tank and placed the documents in a transparent bag inside before closing it again.
She came out. The attendant saw she was fine and relaxed.
Callie followed her out, thinking about how to deal with Jaquan. Just then, someone suddenly appeared from a corner and struck the attendant on the neck with a hand chop, knocking her out instantly.
Callie frowned. The person turned around, “Callie.”
“Kieran?” She was stunned.
“Mr. Oconnor got the news.” He said concisely and threw a set of clothes to her, “Change into these. We’re leaving.”
Callie pressed her lips together, having no choice but to comply.
After changing, Kieran also changed into an attendant’s outfit. He led her quietly past Scarface’s sight and out through the back door.