Anastasia crossed her arms while sneering, exuding apathy. “I’ve come bearing news, Naomi. It’s about your daughter.”
“What?! What about Erica? Has she done anything wrong?” Naomi turned glum.
“Your daughter is charged with attempted murder.”
“Impossible! My Erica doesn’t have the guts to do that. How dare she kill a human when she can’t even kill an animal? Don’t slander my daughter, Anastasia Tillman. You’re bullying her behind my back, aren’t you?!” Naomi blew a fuse.
“You’re right, she didn’t dare to murder in the past, but you’ve fattened up her ambition and courage so much that she can do anything for money now.” Anastasia snorted disdainfully.
“Anastasia, Erica’s still your sister, no matter what she has done. Please forgive
her, seeing that both of you have Francis’ blood running in your veins.” Naomi thought kinship could persuade Anastasia to overlook Erica’s faults.
However, the frost beneath Anastasia’s eyes only thickened after she heard Naomi’s plea. “I do have good news for you, though. My dad has regained consciousness.”
“What?! Francis has regained consciousness?! That’s great; I’ve missed him so much!” Naomi instantly feigned adoration.
Naomi had thought it through. If Francis had regained consciousness, he would definitely forgive her for even manipulating his will, seeing that they shared a daughter, or at least she thought So.
“But my dad doesn’t want to see you, much less forgive you for what you’ve done. Don’t get too excited just yet.” Anastasia crushed her hopes unambiguously.
Naomi turned grim in response.
“Anastasia, you’ve said nothing but. terrible things about me to your father, haven’t you? But don’t go thinking you can drive a wedge between us. Besides, Erica is Francis’ daughter too! He won’t sit back and watch me go to jail.”
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