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Goodbye You Never Loved Me novel (Martha and Stefan) novel Chapter 572

Z Country, a basement in some place.
Martha was tied up to the stone pillar, the iron chains around her feet had been soaked in her blood.
She had been tied up here for a long time, so long that she had forgotten how long it was.
Yesterday was Stefan's wedding, and she could imagine that it must have been grand. However, the leading lady was not her.
She didn't know if Stefan had noticed that something was wrong with that woman, but she knew that she couldn't hold on much longer.
Drawing her blood repeatedly in this dark basement made despair flood her heart.
At first, she hoped that someone would notice that the person outside was not her and come to rescue her.
Slowly but surely, she became desperate.
Perhaps she would never be able to leave in her lifetime.
Just as Martha was catching her breath, the door to the basement suddenly opened and the hunched figure of the old Mrs. Lucas appeared once again in the basement.
She walked in with a medical needle in her hand, wearing a sinister smile on her face.
Martha looked disheveled and helpless at the moment.
"It's time for you to donate blood again."
Martha didn't even glance at the other person, just hung her head and stared blankly at the ground.
Upon seeing her appearance, the old Mrs. Lucas couldn't help but burst into laughter, and her mocking voice echoed in the basement.
"How come? You can't hold on anymore?"
Martha lifted her gaze indifferently, her eyes coldly looking towards the old lady standing not far away.
"Isn't that just as you wished?"
"You're wrong. I cherish you so much, naturally, I hope you live longer and better."
With that said, the old Mrs. Lucas walked up to Martha, reach out and skillfully slipped the medical needle into Martha's arm.
No one wishes for Martha to live longer than she does, because only if Martha lives longer, will she not have to worry about the stock of blood.
Soon, the syringe was filled and the old Mrs. Lucas pulled the needle skillfully.
Looking at the blood in the syringe, she widened her smile, "No worries. I won't make you die."
Martha gasped for breath and after a moment, she struggled to speak and asked a question.
"Watching your children die one after another, don't you feel distressed?"
As a mother, she could not imagine how devastated she would be if Jimmy were to experience any of these things.
Soon, the old Mrs. Lucas sneered, "Distressed? Why would I?"
She looked at Martha who was barely alive with disbelief and raised the syringe in her hand triumphantly.
"They died meaningfully. If it weren't for them, I wouldn't have lived this long. Besides, everyone dies eventually. It's better to make a contribution for me than to die of old age, don't you think?"
Martha was stunned and then looked at the old lady with eyes full of horror.
She never thought that this old woman's ideas were so unethical.
The old Mrs. Lucas saw Martha's shock in her eyes and there was even more mockery on her face.
She playfully reached out and touched Martha's cheek which resembled Elsie's, coolly saying, "How do you think your mother died?"
Martha frowned with confusion.
She didn't understand why this old woman brought up this matter again? Was there another hidden reason behind her mother's death? Or...
Suddenly a terrible idea emerged in Martha's mind, causing cold sweat to break out on her back.
The old Mrs. Lucas clearly saw the fear in Martha's eyes
She laughed while reaching out to tuck away stray hair behind Martha's ear.
"You're right; I killed your mother! Your mother didn't have any extraordinary destiny; it was me who planned everything from when she was born."
"It was me who made Clark believe that your mother had an extraordinary destiny, born into wealth, arousing Clark's jealousy towards his sister."
Martha felt creepy all over while trembling slightly.
She never expected that the culprit she thought was a scapegoat.
With pursed lips, looking at the terror-filled gaze of the elderly woman before her, she asked only one question after remaining silent for moments, "Are you really my grandmother?"
Why was she so terrifying?
Why did she resort to such ruthless means of harming her own children?
At this moment, standing before her, the old Mrs. Lucas heard these words and changed color.
"Why did you ask that?"

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