Did she get on his nerves? What did she do this time? Horace shot his granddaughter a look of suspicion. “Did you do something? “I did nothing,” denied Wanda. This was a serious crime. If she confessed to it, her life would be ruined.
She’s still not confessing? How dare she? The air of murder around Nicholas was becoming so intense that it was almost palpable.
Edward swore he smelled blood and trembled like a leaf, but at the same time, he was furious. “You’re still denying it? Because of you, Mrs. Sawyer is still in the hospital under intensive treatment! Because of you, the young master had to be born prematurely and has to stay in an incubator! It’s all your fault!”
Horace froze in fear, and he looked at his granddaughter in disbelief. He couldn’t believe his sweet girl would do something so horrifying and cruel.
Wanda panicked when she met her grandfather’s gaze. Even so, she forced herself to stay calm. “Grandpa, you know I would never do that. And they have no proof.”
Edward shouted, “Oh yeah? Tell us that after you hear this!” He whipped his phone out and played an audio recording.
It was the voice of the driver. “I’ll talk. I’ll talk. I took this job because I needed the money to pay off my debts. The collectors have been harassing my family. I-It’s a woman. Muller.
Wanda Muller! She sent me. She wanted the woman and her child dead.” The audio recording ended there, and Edward tucked his phone away. Icily, he looked at Wanda. “Anything to say for yourself?”
Color drained from Wanda’s face. Stricken by grief, Horace almost fell down. Fortunately, his butler caught him in time “Careful, sir?
However, Horace ignored him. He clutched his walking stick so hard that his knuckles turned white. Gritting his teeth, he asked, “You planned a murder?”
“Yes. Yes, I did.” Wanda nodded. There was no point hiding now that she was found out. Horace staggered backward a few steps before
he regained his bearing, but right after that, he slammed his walking stick against the ground and looked at Wanda in disappointment and rage. “Why?”
“Why?” muttered Wanda, and then she burst into a fit of maniacal laughter. However, her laugh came to an abrupt halt, and she shot a venomous glare at Nicholas. With a voice as shrill as a harpy’s, she shrieked, “It’s all his fault!
Because he wouldn’t date me, Oliver raped me and knocked me up with this little b*stard!” She punched her belly with force enough to destroy the baby to show how much she hated it.
Horace was in disbelief. “Oliver sexually assaulted you? Why didn’t you tell me?” “You’d still make me marry him, anyway.” Wanda shot him a look of malice.
Stricken by grief once more, Horace wobbled. He looked like he would fall, but eventually, he steadied himself. With a trembling voice, he said, “I didn’t know. I wouldn’t have made you marry him if I had known.”
“Too late for regrets, Grandpa.” A dark smile had curled Wanda’s lips.
Fury rose within Edward. “That’s all Oliver’s fault, isn’t it? Why did you come after Mrs. Sawyer? It’s not her fault you have to face this mess!”
“Not her fault?” Wanda glared at Edward. “If she hadn’t stolen Nicholas away, he would’ve dated me, and none of this would’ve happened! She did this to me!”
