Transmigrating Young Miss: Falling into the CEO’s Trap - Chapter 8

Chapter 8: Revenge failed

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However, I clearly knew that when my mother refused to give him the formula and the company’s dividends, he attacked her too!

There were slap marks and wounds on my mother’s body more than once.

One could imagine what an ugly and despicable coward Chris was under his bright and beautiful suit. He would bully a woman into obtaining benefits!

I, who was alone and helpless, forced myself to hold back the tears in my eyes.

“My mother left with the formula, and now her whereabouts are unknown. However, you even launched a new product. Shouldn’t that be the best proof? Moreover, before my mother went missing, she was still injured. All of that was caused by your domestic violence! You are not worthy of being my father!”

Chris clenched his wine glass tightly. He had a straight face and was unbothered to deal with me. He was afraid that I would reveal more information in this argument, so he disbanded the party.

“This was all only your side of the story. If you have evidence, then show it. Don’t embarrass yourself like a shrew here. If you have the strength to shout repeatedly, you might as well worry about whether you would become a cripple in the future!”

I was so agitated by his vicious words that I could not speak.

The only thought that remained in my mind told me, ‘Yes, although I was extremely angry, no one would believe anything I said.’

I looked around. They even leisurely crossed their arms and took photos of my pathetic appearance with their mobile phones.

It was as if they were watching a circus monkey show.

Although the father and daughter kept their distance from me till the end and did not even take half a step closer to me, everything they said was like slapping me in the face.

My face was red, and my ears were sore.

It started to rain.

The crowd dispersed, and the farce of the night came to an end.

My revenge did not end, but my impulsiveness led to irreparable hatred.

Chris, my father, left without looking at me. I was an orphan, left behind.

Grace, with a smirk, raised her chin at me. She left under an umbrella as if she was a princess.

I was like a wet dog. My clothes were soaked and they clung to my skin. The cold rain and wind made me shiver.

My legs were not recovered yet. I was only a cripple. I looked back at the brightly lit luxury villa. It was once my home, but now I could not go back.

I thought that by dressing like a lady from a comic book, I would be able to live a well-to-do life. It was God’s mercy that gave me the chance to be reborn. Why was I pushed into such a desperate situation instead?

It was because of my memory connection that I could feel the feelings of the true owner of the body towards her mother and the resentment towards her father and sister.

I could not take it, especially this b*stard father!

My mother died very early in my previous life too, and I did not have the time to see her one last time. Hence, I could understand her feelings very well!

I heard the car honked as I pushed my wheelchair out of the yard.

I looked back and saw a sleek, low-key black limo.

I could see Ken’s beautiful face through the window on a rainy night.

I did not move. I sat there in my wheelchair.

Did Ken stop to wait for me? 

However, the door opened in my silence. Ken stepped out and carefully brought me into the car.

His arms were warm, and I could not help but felt a little nostalgic for his manly scent.

I squeezed into his arms and tried to breathe in his soothing scent.

His body stiffened for a moment as if he was not used to such intimacy in a relationship.

He patted my head instead of pushing me away and shielded me from the cold.