A short-lived guy?
So similar in outlook?
The surprising sparkle arising from the eyes of Mateo just now faded away slowly like the stars vanishing from sight at the end of the dawn.
His peach-blossom-like eyes in amber lost all colors.
His world was suddenly shrouded in dark and white, everything being static.
Samantha was dead.
She was dead. Was she a short-lived woman?
He was once again conscious of the fact that she’s dead.
Catching sight of the shock and astonishment revealed from the eyes of Roan, Samantha, with a sneer, wrenched her hand free ruthlessly and her wrist started turning red.
The atmosphere was thick with tension, but Roan seemed quite indifferent to what Samantha had said.
He raised his hand and pointed to her, “aren’t you her? How come you’re not Samantha?”
His eyes being so impassive, it made him so scary like a stranger.
It seemed that Samantha was examining Roan who was wearing a pale complexion. She smiled faintly and with an inquiring look, turned to Peyton who was on the other side with an odd expression on her face.
“President Roan, I am really not Samantha. I resemble her, but I am actually Helena Powell. If you doubt, you can ask Peyton. She can definitely prove it for me.”
She said so on purpose to catch Peyton’s attention. Peyton hated Samantha as deep as no one could compare, and she was unwilling to hear the name Samantha.
Peyton, understanding what was happening, also stared at Roan sadly and said, “Dad, my sister has already passed away. I am aware that you are grieved, but this woman is really not my sister”.
After being recovered a little bit from the state of being indignant, Roan, wearing a ruthless shock expression, said, “Don’t mention her to my face. I have already said that our Moore family refuses to acknowledge her, neither do I have such a heartless and cruel daughter. I will say her death is a proper punishment for her bad behavior.”
Samantha had never acquired any satisfaction from Roan. What’s more, she personally caused the death of Mrs Roan. This was what made it so hard for Roan to forgive her, from past to present.
Peyton was content with the reaction of Roan. She mentioned Samantha on purpose to deepen the hatred of Roan to Samantha.
“Dad, please stop talking. Let’s go home.” Peyton said while supporting trembling Roan by the arm cautiously.
Roan took a deep look at Samantha and then slowly walked out of her sight under the help of Peyton.
But what he had just said almost collapsed Samantha. She felt as if her throat was strangled by devil's clutches.
Her death was a proper punishment for her bad behavior, right?
How could they be so eagerly looking forward to seeing her death?
“Ha-ha…”, a sudden weird and loud laughter coming out of Samantha’s mouth indicating a sense of self-mockery and amazement.
Why she’s still alive? If she’s dead, everyone’s satisfied.
Why she kept struggling in this deep abyss of hatred?
Once a person was dead, he would be completely unaware of everything.
However, currently, she was glad to find herself still alive.
Only by being alive could make it possible for her to return the torment she suffered to them.
Perceived her abnormity, Mateo drew her arm and said, “Let's go to see a doctor first.”
Samantha hided all her emotions and answered calmly, “Um.”
She plodded forward but her legs were too heavy to lift.
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