Daddy, Mommy had been in Prison novel Chapter 380

“What are you babbling about?”

Georgia demanded furiously. Robert grabbed her hand.

“Don’t listen to her bullshit.”

Sierra, though, started cackling madly.

“Would I still lie to you about such a thing at a time like this? You can’t even imagine everything Robert’s been through in the past year. Why else would he have been so thankful, even believing me to the point of promising to marry me? I appeared at his side in the guise of a savior all along, and he couldn’t have been anything other than grateful.

“But all that acting and he still caught on. I wanted to ask you, Robert – before you planned to fake your death, where did I go wrong?”

Georgia tensed, fearful that Sierra was telling the truth. She looked nervously at Robert.

Robert smiled faintly at Sierra.

“Because you’re not Wesley’s biological mother. You made a misstep there, which led me to start suspecting you.”

“It was for that reason, huh.”

Sierra chuckled self-deprecatingly.

“I guess someone who’s not biologically related will never be able to act as loving as a real mother. No wonder you found something off. But so what? You can shut me up here, or even take me someplace to be tortured. You won’t be any better off, Robert Simpson. I don’t believe you’re unaware. Your body’s already been through all sorts of human experimentation. It’s run ragged. I don’t believe you can live long enough to be with Georgia for the rest of her life.”

Sierra laughed aloud, with a vicious gaze that was both hateful and pitying as she looked at Georgia.

But when she turned that gaze towards Robert, there was only mockery there, as if sneering at Robert’s victory, and the time he didn’t have to enjoy said victory.

Georgia had always trusted her instincts. At this moment, though, she was terrified of them, because she believed Sierra was telling the truth.

But if it was all true, then what was wrong with Robert’s body?

She didn’t know at all. Georgia looked in horror at Robert.

“Is she telling the truth?”

Sierra howled with insane laughter as Robert took Georgia’s hand.

“We’ll talk about it outside. Don’t bother with her. She’s gone nuts, and she’s just spouting deranged exaggerations.”

Robert tugged Georgia out of the basement. A freezing wind there seemed to rustle at her and goosebumps rose on her skin. Georgia felt icy, and a sheer, consuming fear was spreading across her being.

Coming out from the basement, the winter sun shone on her, but she felt none of the warmth, only a bone-chilling cold.

Seeing Georgia grow paler and paler, Robert wrapped his arms around her and kissed her forehead.