Yvette Aston looked at the nanny in terror, retreating in fear.
The nanny’s words reminded her of her prison experience.
At that ti, she had just started serving her sentence. Everyone bullied her, and when soone in the sa cell claid their belongings were missing, no one believed her no matter what she said. They all tore at her clothes, forcing her to hand over the stolen property.
Watching Yvette Aston clutch her child in fear and retreat, Chelsea Grant stared at her with a aningful look.
Yvette Aston, ah.
This was once the eldest daughter of The Aston Family, the campus queen of ridia A University.
Back then, Yvette Aston was not only beautiful but also exceptionally gifted in her studies.
It was said that Yvette Aston’s talents were incredibly high, far surpassing Chelsea Grant, who also received elite education, whether in ballet achievents or piano skills.
Both were socialites in ridia, yet Chelsea Grant, the eldest daughter of the Grant Family, was always overshadowed by Yvette Aston.
With a mocking laugh, Chelsea Grant inexplicably felt a sense of satisfaction.
Yvette Aston once entered ridia A University with the highest marks in humanities, but unfortunately, during the sumr of her third year, she made a mistake and ended up in prison.
In the end, that white rose which blood in the hearts of so many n in ridia’s elite circle was sent to prison before she could graduate.
What a pity.
Truly a pity.
Chelsea Grant admitted Yvette Aston’s talent, but unfortunately, everything was ruined.
The current Yvette Aston looked more like a street beggar, humble and filthy.
On her body, there wasn’t a trace of the forr white swan who danced solo on stage.
"Yvette Aston, didn’t you hear? Take off those clothes to prove your innocence," Chelsea Grant said with malicious amusent.
Yvette Aston didn’t speak, curling up even tighter.
"My mom didn’t steal your things, don’t bully my mom," Sumrs also clutched Yvette Aston tightly, not allowing anyone to bully her.
"If you don’t take it off, we can help you," the nanny signaled to those around her to help remove Yvette Aston’s clothes.
As for Sumrs, just a child.
"Don’t touch ..."
Yvette Aston’s voice was hoarse, tears flowing hotly.
"Don’t touch !" She scread crazily, telling them not to touch her.
Those painful mories would never disappear.
Those mories were like imprints, deeply etched on her body.
Is it not enough? Is the atonent not enough?
What exactly does she need to do?
Does she have to give this life back to end it?
She could die, but what about her Sumrs?
It was her choice to give Sumrs life, and she had to take responsibility for him.
She still rembered the year Sumrs was born, suffering from postpartum depression and sitting on the hospital rooftop with her child for a long ti.
She so wanted to jump off with her child.
If she died, she wouldn’t have been personally sent to prison by Jayden Grant and Stellan Aston.
"What are you doing?" From the doorway, a man’s voice expressed so displeasure.
"Sir..." The servant called out in panic.
"Dad!" Stephen Sinclair rushed over joyfully.
Chelsea Grant hesitated for a mont and instinctively stepped forward, not wanting Chase Sinclair to see Yvette Aston. "Chase... Why are you back? Weren’t you supposed to stay abroad for a month?"
Chase Sinclair was not warm to Chelsea Grant, coldly saying, "Your dad returned to the country, asked to co back tonight to discuss the divorce."
Chelsea Grant nervously clenched her hands. "Chase... do you really have to be so ruthless?"
Chase Sinclair ignored Chelsea Grant, not even glancing at his son.
Walking to the center of the courtyard, Chase instinctively glanced in Yvette Aston’s direction.
That disheveled woman huddling in the corner with a child, he didn’t recognize her as Yvette Aston at first sight.
Chase, Chelsea Grant, Jayden Grant, and Claudia Bell were all classmates of Yvette Aston in high school.
Chelsea Grant and Jayden Grant were twins, and back then, their mother used this pair of twins to successfully rise in status, marrying Arthur Grant, who was then the Family Head of the Grant Family.
"Yvette Aston?" Chase Sinclair frowned, tentatively calling out.
He knew Yvette Aston was out of prison. His early return to the country was also to inquire about her.
Yvette Aston didn’t lift her head, clutching Sumrs and trembling continuously.
"Chase... let’s go inside," Chelsea Grant was a little flustered, nervously trying to tug on Chase Sinclair’s arm.
Chase looked at Chelsea Grant with cold eyes, clearly with so distaste.
"Dad, she’s a thief, and her son is a thief too. She stole mom’s bracelet, and her son stole my toy," Stephen Sinclair said angrily, upset that his dad was ignoring him.
"I didn’t, and my mom didn’t steal either!" Sumrs shouted, aggrieved but stubborn.
Chase Sinclair’s fingers tensed, taking step after step towards Yvette Aston.
Yvette Aston lowered her head, burying it even deeper.
"Yvette Aston?" Chase Sinclair crouched in front of her, softly calling out.
His emotions were a bit complex; was this really Yvette Aston?
How did she... turn into this?
Back then, Yvette Aston was the white moonlight in the hearts of most boys in the class.
"Ha, brother-in-law is back." At the door, Jayden Grant’s voice was ice-cold and sarcastic.
Seeing Chase Sinclair crouched in front of Yvette Aston only intensified his barely suppressed anger.
Yvette Aston heard Jayden Grant’s voice, instinctively trembling all over.
His voice now made Yvette Aston feel physically nauseated.
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