Betrayed by the Father Reborn in His Rival's Arms novel Chapter 368

Just seconds ago, Lucius truly wanted to kill her.

As she scrambled up, looking for a way to run, Lucius ordered his men to shut the door.

He absolutely could not let Liliana escape.

If she managed to run back to Eleanor's side, Lucius would have a much harder time making her pay.

Liliana's chest heaved with terrified gasps as she coughed and sobbed violently.

She attempted to play the victim once again, hoping to soften his resolve.

"Lucius! Even if I stole your baby and claimed it was ours, you don't need to be this furious!"

She cried, tears streaming down her face. "I'm not the monster you think I am! Madeline forced my hand! It was your attitude toward her that hurt me! You've been so cold to me lately. I went crazy! My depression and delusions flared up, and I just needed someone to vent my frustrations on!"

Liliana continued to play the emotional card. "I'm telling the truth, I was set up! I have no feelings for Alastair. It was Madeline! She drugged me and sent me to him... You know how it is, once a girl crosses that line, it's hard to stop! I really didn't mean for this to happen."

"Lucius, I know everything I did today hurt you deeply, but can't you just think about all the years we've spent together? Eighteen years ago, I risked my life to save you..."

"Shut your mouth!" Lucius's roar ripped through his clenched teeth, vibrating with a lethal intensity that seemed ready to tear her limb from limb.

Liliana clamped her mouth shut in sheer terror.

Lucius spat out every word like venom. "You're not The Prescott Heiress! And you're not the one who saved me! You! You're nothing but a baseborn parasite trying to leech onto the elite! Your entire existence is utterly despicable, a family of gold diggers! And to think I let you bleed me dry for all these years!"

"You were born in the servant's quarters of a wealthy estate! Your father was a driver for The Prescott Family, and your mother was a maid! You come from a background of absolute nobodies. Your dad was a degenerate gambler, and your mother ran away to escape his debts. She ended up working as a maid for a wealthy Chinese businessman abroad and eventually married a local man—another driver! I know exactly what kind of trash you are!"

"People are meant to be equal, but you are the lowest of the low! You have a vicious, rotten heart, perfectly content to act as a parasite on my wallet, sucking me dry! You are the filthiest, most vile, and most disgusting woman on this entire planet!"

"No..." Liliana's face twisted into a grotesque mask of agony. She grabbed her head and covered her ears, screaming in denial.

She didn't want to hear it!

She couldn't listen to this.

Right before Lucius tore her lies apart, right when she and Alastair first arrived, she was glowing with absolute triumph.

Even though she had been humiliated and kicked out by Quentin, the heiress of The York Family had treated her like a best friend.

Alastair was utterly captivated by her charm, showering her with endless affection.

To the outside world, she was still the glorious Prescott Heiress and the wife of the Whitman family's heir!

But Lucius ruthlessly stripped away her facade, exposing the filthy truth of her origins.

It tore her apart in ways physical pain never could.

"Stop it! Please, just stop!"

As she writhed in agony like a complete lunatic, the look in Lucius's eyes shifted into a cold, terrifying calm.

"Since you've so graciously admitted to suffering from delusions, depression, and schizophrenia, I'm sending you straight to St. Jude’s Psychiatric Institute!"

Panic finally seized Liliana.