The Heiress Nobody Saw Coming (Natalie and Marcus) novel Chapter 470

Elijah's slap landed hard. The moment it struck, Lucy's cheek swelled up instantly.

Though she had been living abroad for years, she had always enjoyed a life of luxury. Her face was the most well-maintained part of her body.

Elijah's slap made her let out a piercing scream.

"Shut the fuck up." Elijah sneered, still fuming with anger. Without hesitation, he struck her again. Now, both sides of her face were evenly swollen.

"Lucy, what exactly did you do to ruin my father back then?"

Elijah's chest tightened with fury as he thought about the cruel scheme Lucy and Cassie had orchestrated. Because of them, he and Noah had spent years growing up without their parents. The very thought of it made his heart ache.

"Elijah, stop wasting time with useless questions." Noah stepped forward. "Step outside. I'll handle this."

"Noah, I'm mad," Elijah admitted. A man as rugged and tough as he was, who had always been quick with harsh words, now found himself at a loss for them. Looking at Lucy, he had no desire to scold her and only wanted to beat her to death.

He growled, "Let me have a go at her!"

"Get out." Noah's voice turned cold as he shot Elijah a glare.

Elijah had no choice but to nod. "Fine."

"Noah, if you need someone to do the hitting, just call me."

"I will."

Elijah left the room, and Noah turned on the television. Connecting it to his phone, he began casting a video onto the screen.

The footage showed Natalie treating Laura, revealing the horrifying substances Laura had vomited out during the process.

Noah's expression remained impassive as he spoke. "What Elijah made you drink just now is the very same thing Mrs. Holden threw up.

"Lucy, if you have any sense, you'll start talking. You should know better than anyone what this stuff is. You probably don't care now since you've lived a good life long enough. But what about Jessy?"

Noah wasn't one to resort to violence like Elijah. But he knew how to strike where it hurt.

Someone like Lucy, who had spent her life in comfort, would not be shaken by mere beatings or insults.

But what if the person she cared about the most had to suffer through the same tormenting poison?

"I doubt you'd want Jessy to go through this kind of pain."

Noah's voice was slow and deliberate. "Others might think Jessy is your niece, but in truth, she's your daughter, isn't she?

"Cassie left Jessy in Dithoria City not to take care of her but to use her as leverage to control you. Am I wrong?

"Lucy, you're not young anymore. You've had your time and enjoyed everything life has to offer. Whether you live or die probably doesn't matter much to you now. But tell me—why should Mrs. Holden suffer all these years while you get to meet a peaceful end?

"The poison in Mrs. Holden's body isn't fatal, but it's a slow, endless torture, lasting for decades." Noah's eyes gleamed darkly. "Jessy is even younger than Mrs. Holden was back then. Isn't it only fair that she carries your debt?"

"Don't you dare! Jessy knows nothing about any of this! She's innocent, so leave her out of this!"

Lucy panicked. "And she isn't my daughter. You're mistaken!"

"Mistaken? If she's not your daughter, then what Mr. Holden has prepared for her to eat, drink, and use has nothing to do with you, does it?"