Chapter 930: Is it a trap you set on purpose? Chapter 930: Is it a trap you set on purpose? Mia Garcia began to explain, “Mom, I had actually broken up with the Third Young Master Collins, and we hadn’t been in contact for quite so ti. But when he found out about my troubles, he not only identified the person who was saring behind the scenes but also ca to comfort right away. He stood by my side, helped resolve the crisis, and even took the initiative to reconcile with . With a man like that on my side, why shouldn’t I agree to repair our relationship?”
“As for not telling you proactively, it was because everything happened so abruptly. Then, when the News broke, I thought you would see it, so I didn’t say anything. I noticed you hadn’t contacted , and I thought maybe you were still against being with the Third Young Master Collins. I figured we could talk it over after you cooled down a bit.”
All of this seed reasonable and sensible.
But upon closer scrutiny, it was all false pretense and insincerity.
“Mia, I just want to ask you, did you deliberately design all this, Uncle Lee’s death?” Clara Brown stared intently at Mia Garcia.
Being suddenly confronted in such a manner by her own mother, Mia Garcia felt a pang of fear, but quickly regained her composure and growled at her mother, “Mom, have you gone mad? To ask sothing like that, do you want to falsely accuse , or do you want dead?”
“The wine was from you, and the ‘sleeping pills’ were also from you. Don’t you know whether they were sleeping pills or Poison?”
“If it was Poison, then why aren’t you dead?” Mia Garcia shouted angrily.
Faced with this question, Clara Brown felt it made sense; she had montarily forgotten in her haste.
“Let’s not discuss this. It was supposed to be the three of us serving together, but you ran off at the last minute. What does that suggest?” Clara Brown suddenly felt her daughter was a stranger.
If it weren’t for the news about her and the Third Young Master Collins, Clara Brown wouldn’t have thought of this and would have dismissed it as coincidence.
However, so many coincidences, she feared, were not simple happenstance but manipulation by soone.
“Mom, there was an impromptu Press conference that day; the company insisted that I make an appearance, which is why I wasn’t there, and you can still find that press conference’s news online,” Mia explained.
“Who knows if it wasn’t all orchestrated by you?” Clara Brown accused instinctively.
Mia Garcia responded with a bitter smile, “Mom, can’t you stand to see happy? Does my happiness make you uncomfortable? Do you wish so badly to pin Uncle Lee’s death on , to see go to jail and free yourself from being a mother, so you could be relieved watching spend my life in prison? Is that it?”
“That’s not what I an. I just think that what you’re doing is too much,” Clara Brown said angrily. “Uncle Lee was kind to us, mother and daughter. How can you fra him like this without feeling guilty, causing you sleepless nights?”
Seeing Clara Brown’s face filled with indignation on behalf of Ethan Lee, Mia Garcia laughed, “Mom, have you fallen for Uncle Lee? So you invented an imaginary murderer to clear your own guilt of killing your sweetheart, right?”
“Mom, I don’t want to discuss this matter with you any further. But if you keep spouting nonsense like this, don’t bla for being impolite as your daughter.”
Mia Garcia’s face fell as she spoke harshly to Clara Brown.
Looking at Mia Garcia’s cold and ruthless gaze, Clara Brown thought she must be imagining things.
Since when had her daughter beco unrecognizable as her own? Was it since they agreed to share one man?
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