After All the Hurt, She Chose Herself novel Chapter 67

Gideon’s face darkened, and his fingers tapped against the table. “Do you have any idea what you’re saying?”

“Of course.”

Aria sized him up.

He was as cold and arrogant as ever, his features were as striking as ever, his physique possessing that quiet, intimidating power he’d always commanded.

The only thing that had changed was that Aria no longer cared.

She turned and went back to her room, locking the door behind her.

Eveline’s expression was ugly, and when she saw the leftovers on the table, her anger reached its peak.

Who the hell did Aria think she was?

Did she deserve to be treated with respect?

She wasn’t even part of the Rowan family bloodline, there was nothing about her that Eveline liked, and yet she dared to give her such an attitude!

“Gideon, look at her! Anyone would think you married a queen to be worshipped!”

“If the old man hadn’t insisted on keeping her, I would have thrown her out long ago!”

Gideon’s expression was grim. “She has a connection to Dawn. That’s why Grandpa wanted me to marry her.”

“Dawn! It’s always about Dawn! I think the old man has lost his mind!”

Her son was standing right here, perfectly healthy. He didn’t need anything. The one who needed Dawn was Raphael!

Why not make Raphael marry Aria?

Why did Aria have to be the one to ruin Gideon’s marriage?

“Mom,” Gideon said coolly, a reminder in his tone. “Watch your words.”

Eveline was bursting with suppressed anger and couldn’t possibly hold it in.

The maids, not daring to get on her bad side, had already made themselves scarce.

Eveline’s eyes darted around. “We need to find Dawn, right? That girl must have Dawn’s contact info on her phone. If we offer enough money, why would we need to worry about Dawn not showing up?”

If only it were that easy.

After that one surgery, Dawn’s value had skyrocketed. If they were truly after money, why would they wait until now to reappear?

Aria gritted her teeth. “In your dreams!”

Gideon stood at the doorway, watching Aria pinned helplessly to the bed, his brow furrowed with exhaustion.

“Mom, stop this.”

“I’m not making a scene.” Eveline continued to scroll through the phone and accidentally opened the photo album, where she saw several videos. “What are these?”

She tapped on one.

—“Aria, aren’t you great at playing the victim? Why aren’t you on your knees begging for mercy?”

—“Cry, cry, cry! I dare you to shed another tear! You’re such a bitch. Is that how you get Charles to go soft on you, by crying?”

The color drained from Aria’s face, leaving her a ghastly shade of pale.

These were videos she had saved from when Flora used to bully her.

The evidence of the bullying she had never shown anyone was now exposed for all to see.

“Charles? Isn’t that her Charles? From the way this girl talks, it sounds like their relationship is more than that.”