Yvette ran away from the hospital, which completely enraged The Aston Family and Jayden Grant.
"I knew it, she wouldn’t willingly give her kidney to me." On the hospital bed, Charlotte Summers woke up, her voice choked.
Her words were telling everyone that this is what Yvette owed her.
When she returned to The Aston Family, Charlotte Summers did not agree to change her surname, but continued to be called Charlotte Summers.
She said that even if The Summers Family treated her poorly, at least they raised her for twenty-one years.
What an ironic and striking contrast, Charlotte Summers became the true princess, kind to the core, whereas Yvette was the vicious and lowly impostor.
Actually, Charlotte Summers was very clever; she kept this name to constantly provoke The Aston Family, keeping them endlessly guilty and compensating her for the past twenty-plus years of loss.
"Charlotte, don’t cry, this is what she owes you." Stellan Aston frowned, speaking with concern. "She can’t escape!"
"Brother..." Charlotte Summers cried, hugging Stellan Aston. "I’m so scared, Yvette is out, will Jayden not want me anymore?"
"Charlotte, what are you thinking? Yvette embarrassed The Grant Family in Meridia years ago, causing Jayden Grant to lose face. Do you think Jayden would still want her?" Stellan Aston comfortingly rubbed Charlotte Summers’ head.
"But brother... if Yvette talks nonsense, if she tells Jayden Grant that back then, it was us..." Charlotte Summers looked at Stellan Aston, probing.
Back then, it was her and Stellan Aston who schemed for Yvette to spend the night in a strange man’s room.
"Back then, no one knew who that wild man was who slept with Yvette. Would anyone believe Yvette’s words? Relax, that bastard is Yvette’s weakness; she dares not speak carelessly." Stellan Aston’s eyes darkened momentarily; indeed, he must thoroughly warn Yvette.
"Really odd, Yvette didn’t sleep with the man we found, and we still don’t know who that wild man is." For five years, Charlotte Summers had been trying to find out, but there had been no results.
"Who it is isn’t important; what matters is the outcome. Her reputation is already ruined, and Jayden Grant is now yours." Stellan Aston patted Charlotte Summers’ back. "Rest well."
Charlotte Summers nodded, her lips curving upward.
Yvette, that wretched woman, occupied twenty-one years of her life for nothing; why should she receive Jayden Grant’s love!
She was determined to ruin her, to make her return everything that she owed!
...
Demolition area.
Yvette wore a picked-up baseball cap, nervously glancing around and slipping into the alley.
"Yvette!" A voice called out excitedly, rushing over.
"Yvette, I went to pick you up yesterday, where did you go?" Caden Summers looked at Yvette anxiously, his eyes reddening, voice choked. "Yvette, these five years... you’ve suffered."
Caden Summers knew those people falsely accused Yvette.
But five years ago, during the trial, Yvette admitted guilt to protect him and the child.
"Brother..." Yvette leaned against the wall, her voice choked.
She had no family anymore, nothing at all.
Now, she only had Caden Summers and the child.
"It’s okay now, it’s okay, you’re out; we’ll live well in the future." Caden Summers hugged Yvette, patting her back. "Summers is still waiting for us at home, the little one is incredibly smart, knowing early that you were to be released, and yesterday pulled me to pick you up."
Upon hearing about the child, all of Yvette’s strength crumbled, clinging to Caden Summers as she wailed uncontrollably.
Five years, she lived a suppressive life worse than death for five years, and for the first time, cried so wantonly.
Caden Summers sighed, allowing Yvette to cry.
He knew she must have suffered a lot in prison.
When she was tired from crying, he patted her back. "Yvette, let’s go home."
Go home.
Does she still have a home?
Five years ago, Caden Summers told Yvette that with him there, there was a home.
Thankfully, Caden Summers still acknowledged her.
"Mommy!" At the alley’s end stood a little fellow with a childish voice, wearing clothes that, although old, were washed very clean.
In contrast, Caden Summers’ clothes were patched and mended, also wearing a mechanic’s uniform, the smell of engine oil all over him.
It was clear that although Caden Summers was poor, he had given all the best to the little fellow.
"Summers..." Yvette’s voice trembled slightly, nervously standing in place, vigorously wiping her hands on her body; she feared she was dirty, would dirty the child.
"Mommy." Summers cried, running towards Yvette, diving into her arms. "Mommy, I went with Uncle to pick you up."
Yvette hugged the child tightly, tears silently slipping.
This was her life.
"Mommy will never leave you again."
But she herself didn’t believe it when she said it.
After donating the kidney to Charlotte Summers, how long could she live?
"Hah, Yvette, indeed, you are here; truly a heartfelt mother and son."
Behind her was Jayden Grant’s cold and mocking voice.
Yvette turned back in terror, fearfully shielding the child. "Jayden Grant... y-you, y-you, what do you want to do."