My billionaire husband spoils me too much novel Chapter 340

"Connie, you're talking nonsense!"

Christina was silent for a while. She didn't know how to describe her feelings, her heart pounding rapidly in a semblance to her present shocking and frightening mood.

Her mind went blank as numerous thoughts exploded into a mess.

Christina resisted and retorted loudly with all her might, "Connie, you're talking rubbish!"

"I'm talking rubbish? Hahaha..." Connie burst into ferocious laughter in despair, "Donald Dickens, tell her, is Christina that little bastard your daughter?"

"Tell her, tell her yourself that Christina is a bastard that no one knows who her father is!" Connie roared outrageously.

Donald was still sitting on the dining table chair, his face morbidly pale and his lips purple. He stared at them with wide eyes and breathed rapidly. Betty seemed to be unable to control her emotions as tears trickled down her cheeks and she pleaded, "Stop it, Connie, please stop."

"Why should I stop?"

Seeing that Donald over there remained quiet, Connie couldn't stifle the resentment she had suppressed for many years and allowed it to break out. She jabbered to scold him like a demon demanding her debts.

"Donald, I've been married to you for so many years, and I'm already your legitimate wife, but you've been so focused on protecting that bitch Mary and her daughter. What do you take me for? I did marry you for money, but what else did I do wrong? You saw Mary push me down the stairs with your own eyes. You watched her kill my child!"

Seemingly bereaved of her sanity, Connie grabbed the decorative vases and photo frames in the living room and smashed them on the floor.

"You, all of you, gave that bitch a good reputation in the end. But what about me? I'm your mistress; I destroy other people's families, but what's wrong with my child? My son is innocent. But you were with me to infuriate Mary!"

She growled a series of abuse, her heavily made-up face covered with tears.

"Donald, you're the one that is mad! You killed your own flesh and blood, yet you let this bastard call you dad..."

"Enough! Shut up!"

Donald's face was still pallid. He raised his head with difficulty and looked at Connie, who burst into wailing, and he held his breath trying to stop her from making a fuss.

Christina sat opposite Donald with a stiff face as the indignant voices kept echoing in her ears.

"No! Not enough!"

Connie's voice was hoarse and hateful.

"Donald, let me tell you, I haven't settled old scores with you. That's what Mary's owed me, and what you've owed me!"

Her heavy makeup was smudged, leaving the tears on her face even more sinister and terrifying. She cursed like a madwoman, "My son is dead! How can Mary's daughter survive?"

When Donald heard this, he was about to say something, but a sharp pain in his heart seized him. He covered his left chest with his right hand and lowered his head to gasp.

Christina sensed something wrong with him and instinctively stood up and walked towards him.

But Connie suddenly trotted towards them and grabbed her. "Christina, did I scare you by saying these today?" Her footsteps grew increasingly faster, and she became more and more impatient.