Chapter 335:
Liza stepped up, eyes teary, voice shaky like she was rehearsing for a soap opera.
“Christina, I get that you’re angry—but you can’t just throw dirt on us like this. It was just a normal training program. Nothing harmful. Nothing life-threatening. Maybe something just went wrong along the way.”
Liza didn’t dare deny the camp’s existence—it had already been mentioned. Instead, she stuck to the narrative that it was perfectly safe and routine. She kept doubling down on the idea that Christina had misunderstood everything.
“Ungrateful little bitch!” Yvonne snapped at Christina.
“Mom did everything for you—and this is your payback?”
“Yvonne, enough. Don’t talk to your sister that way,” Liza scolded gently, pretending to be hurt by all the fighting.
“She’s confused. She’ll see the truth soon. We’ve got nothing to hide.”
Christina laughed dryly.
“Nothing to hide? That’s hilarious coming from you people. Doesn’t matter what I say—you’ve already made up your minds to deny everything. Even with evidence, you’ll just blame it on some paperwork screw-up and walk away clean.”
Christina saw right through it. Liza had already planted the excuse—some department somewhere messed up, and it wasn’t their fault. So any evidence she brought would be dismissed as a clerical error that just happened to send her to that hellish survival camp.
“Then show us the damn proof!” Yvonne shouted.
“After everything we did for you, this is how you repay us? You ungrateful little snake!”
“I’ve wasted enough breath on this circus.” Christina turned on her heel, ready to walk out.
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Liza quickly stepped in front of her, blocking the way.
“Please, Christina. Come home. We’ll give you the company… the shares too. Everything. Just come back to us.”
“Mom!” Yvonne yelled, grabbing Liza’s arm and pulling her back.
“Are you insane? Give her the company? And the stocks? For what?”
Her rage boiled over, sending her into another harsh coughing fit that wracked her body. Liza’s face twitched, clearly annoyed. How was her daughter this stupid, failing to catch on to her well-crafted plot? But she stayed in character, keeping her big fake teary eyes on Christina.
“I’m begging you, Christina. Do you want me on my knees just like those three men, for your forgiveness?”
Christina didn’t flinch. Her voice was cold and flat.
“Go ahead and kneel if that’s what you want.”
Liza’s chest tightened. When had Christina become so cold? The girl she remembered used to be soft, easy to guilt-trip into anything. Now she stood there like stone.
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