The Year I Was the Other Woman To Myself novel Chapter 657

By now, Hans' face was pale and clammy, his forehead beaded with sweat. He was gasping for air, a rattling sound coming from his throat as he clutched his chest with one hand and reached out with the other, trying to grasp something.

“Give me... give me my medicine!”

Judy feigned surprise. “Oh my, Dad, what's wrong?”

“The medicine!” Hans rasped.

“This bottle?”

Judy took it out of her pocket again, dangling it in front of Hans. When he reached for it, she snatched it away, as if deliberately toying with him.

“For over twenty years, I've devoted myself to this family. Donald ignored me, but I didn't complain. You had so many rules, and I walked on eggshells. And what did all my sacrifices get me?”

“Donald tried to divorce me, gave all his assets to Penelope, and threatened to expose me and throw my daughter and me out of the family. And you? You claimed to love Yvonne, swore you'd never let her be wronged, yet you believed Penelope and forced her to take a paternity test. Is that what you call love?”

“Judy... you...” Hans' breathing grew faint, and his whole body started to tremble.

“That's right, Yvonne doesn't have a drop of Bishop blood in her, but is bloodline really that important?” Judy screamed hysterically. “We could have been a loving family! I was prepared to respect you for the rest of my life, but... but you had to ruin everything!”

“You're the ones who are wrong!”

Hans' vision began to blur. He knew this was Judy's plan—to literally anger him to death. But he couldn't accept it. How could he?

“Help... help me...”

“Hah. Weren't you the one who sent all the servants away, afraid of airing your dirty laundry?” Judy laughed smugly.

Hans remembered, and panic surged through him. But then he saw Yvonne, the granddaughter he had adored her whole life. She wouldn't just let him die.

“Yvonne... quick... get the medicine... for Grandpa...”

When Hans looked at her, Yvonne guiltily avoided his gaze. But remembering all the kindness her grandfather had shown her, she couldn't bring herself to be cruel.

“Mom, even if I'm not a real Bishop, he wouldn't kick me out. Give him the medicine, please!”

Judy pushed Yvonne in exasperation. “We've gone too far! There's no turning back now!”

Judy's eyes narrowed. “Then you can't be soft.”

Yvonne clenched her fists. When she looked back at Hans, her eyes were filled with grim resolve.

“Grandpa, I really do love you. I wish I had Bishop blood in me, that I was your real granddaughter. But I'm not, so I have to fight for myself. I never wanted it to come to this, I really didn't.”

After saying this, Yvonne gave Hans one last, long look, and then turned her back.

Hans stared in disbelief, frozen for a long moment. He forgot the pain, even forgot to breathe. The granddaughter he adored... had chosen not to save him.

She was actually... letting him die!

“Yvonne...”

“Just die already, you old fool! Stop dragging it out!”

Judy yanked Hans off the sofa. His head hit the corner of the coffee table before he crashed heavily to the floor. His breathing was shallow, his vision a complete blur.