Love in Twilight novel (Clarissa and Damien) novel Chapter 536

The truth was out. Helen wasn’t her mother at all; Iris’s sister was. Or more accurately, the actual Iris Benson.

More than two decades later, when the emerald ring had appeared again, it had been in Connie’s hands. At that time, Iris was already a powerful and influential entrepreneur, and it was easy for her to go after a little starlet. Later, however, she found that she was barking up the wrong tree, so she doubled down on her revenge against the right woman—her own niece and the actual Iris’d daughter. She kept Clarissa away from her home for three years and separated Clarissa from her loved ones. Everything Iris had gone through, she wanted her niece to experience.

Clarissa didn’t even realize that her face was streaked with tears. She sat there silently for a long time.

“You are…” she asked the old man.

“I’m a friend of your grandfather’s. His name is Victor Benson, and I visit him often. He can’t speak anymore, but he gives me a little note every time I’m there. He’ll write down what happened on that note, and every time I visit him, I learn a little bit more about their past. I’ve been pretending not to know how Victor became bedridden, though. When I heard that Iris had started going after you later on, I found you with the help of these notes, Miss Jade Griffin.”

“Who?” Clarissa was surprised.

“That’s the name your parents decided on before you were born. Charles told the fake Iris this once. He said, ‘Did you forget that we’ve already come up with a name for our baby? Jade Griffin.’ Though Iris was smiling when he talked about this, she was definitely burning with rage and jealousy on the inside. She never would’ve expected such a wonderful man to be in love with her sister, and she hated that she couldn’t have him. I suppose this only made her desire for revenge grow.”

Clarissa fell silent for a long time.

He told her such a farfetched story, and she had ended up playing a major role in this story. She felt terrible.

She buried her face in her hands.

After a long while, she asked the old man, “Is she okay?”

“Who?”

“Iris’s sister, my…” She didn’t finish her sentence.