My Six Brothers Killed Me (Caroline) novel Chapter 129

Chapter 129 Busybody

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Caroline gave a knowing sinile. “So, you couldn’t find a designer who’s both talented and affordable, and now you’ve come crawling to an amateur like me? I’ll say it one last time–no matter what you say, I’m not going back to design. Not now, not ever. You can talk all you want; it won’t change a thing.”

She hadn’t planned on returning to fashion design, and even if some part of her had considered it, she’d never go back to that clothing factory.

That place was already on the brink of bankruptcy. Going back would only drag her into a mess and leave her penniless.

Liam tried to sweet–talk her. “That’s petty! We’re family, I’m only doing this to look out for you.”

Caroline couldn’t stand another second of his fake, sugar–coated nonsense. She cut him off mid–sentence, “I’ve made myself perfectly clear. Stop saying things you don’t even mean to disgust me. Anyway, I’ve got things to do. Goodbye.”

Without hesitation, she ended the call.

She didn’t give Liam a chance to say another word.

Caroline figured he’d try calling back. After all, she was one of their own, which meant hiring her would be cheaper than bringing in an outsider.

And when the company ran out of money, they wouldn’t even feel guilty about not paying her.

That was exactly what Liam had done in her previous life–right before the company crashed and burned.

But she had no intention of dealing with him anymore. Tossing her phone onto the bed, she got up headed to the kitchen to start on dinner.

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Later, when she returned to her room to grab her phone, she saw she had two missed calls. Both from

Liam.

She ignored them, slid the phone into her pocket, packed up the food, and went out for delivery.

On her way back, she passed a narrow alley when a shrill voice cut through the air like a knife,

“Why don’t you just drop dead?!”

The voice was painfully familiar. Ruth.

Caroline instinctively squeezed the brakes.

But she was going too fast, and the scooter rolled right past the alley entrance.

She quickly dismounted and wheeled the scooter back to the alley.

Peering in, she tried to see who Ruth was shouting at with such venom.

From afar, she could make out a girl with short hair, her head bowed low. Her bangs covered half her face, making it impossible to see her clearly.

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Chapter 129 Busybody.

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Caroline grew even more curious. Who was this girl? And what could she have done to deserve such hatred

Just then, the girl suddenly lifted her head and looked raight at Ruth. “Mom… I’m your daughter. How could you treat me like this? Aren’t you afraid of karma”

Caroline froze when she saw the girl’s eyes.

So the girl was Maia Wagner–Ruth’s daughter.

She stared in disbelief as Ruth raised her foot and kickel Maia hard in the stomach. Maia stumbled. backward, then fell heavily to the ground.

There was no remorse in Ruth’s expression. In fact, her face grew even more twisted with rage as she pointed at the girl and yelled, “You little brat! I slaved to raise you–fed you, clothed you–and this is how you repay me? I give you a chance to respect me, and you actually refuse, huh?”

She kicked Maia again. Twice.

Even though Caroline was watching from a distance, she could clearly see how brutal those kicks were. Ruth wasn’t holding back.

What kind of mother could do that to her own child?

And when she saw Ruth getting ready to kick Maia again, Caroline couldn’t take it anymore. She jumped on her scooter and sped straight into the alley, shouting as loudly as she could, “The brakes aren’t working! Move out of the way!”

Ruth whipped her head around just in time to see the bike barreling toward her. Panic overtook her face. She flinched hard and stumbled backward.

Her heels wobbled on the cracked alley pavement, and she dropped hard onto the ground with a yelp.

The bike kept coming, closer, closer–until it stopped cleanly just inches from her feet. Ruth screamed and curled her arms over her head in a feeble attempt to shield herself.

Of course Caroline hadn’t meant to actually hit her. The moment the wheels reached Ruth’s feet, she braked with perfect control.