The Heiress Nobody Saw Coming (Natalie and Marcus) novel Chapter 561

The hatred in Lina's eyes was completely undisguised as she stared straight at Yvette.

Tears streamed down Yvette's face. The painkiller had taken effect, so her body no longer hurt—but her heart did.

Tears falling, Yvette spoke with a trembling voice. "I'm your mother."

"So what?" Lina reached out and clutched her throat. "You ruined me and Charlene both, so you deserve to die. I never wanted to be your daughter. I never wanted to come out of your womb. I never wanted to be raised by someone who filled me with hatred.

"I worked so hard to raise Charlene into a normal person, and now you're dragging her into this too. Have you ever seen me as your daughter? Have you ever seen her as your granddaughter?"

"Yvette, answer me! Did you ever see us as human beings?

"If you don't tell me where Megan is today, I'll kill you! And once you're dead, I'll find Megan myself. I won't let anything happen to Charlene—never!"

Yvette was coughing and gasping for breath, her throat tightening beneath Lina's grip.

"Yvette, speak up. Tell me!"

Lina's eyes were bloodshot, her face twisted with rage, and her voice rising by the second. "Tell me!"

Yvette's coughing grew worse. Her eyes rolled to the back of her head, and she looked like she was on the verge of suffocating.

Lina released her throat and landed a harsh slap across Yvette's face.

"Why won't you say it? You're already dying from a terminal illness, so why won't you let me and Charlene live in peace?"

Lina buried her face in her hands and broke down crying. "You already sacrificed me. What's so wrong about me wanting to protect my own daughter? If you never loved me, fine—but why hurt Charlene?

"Why, Yvette? What gives you the right?"

Yvette lay on the ground, her face pale, and eyes vacant. Lina's words were like invisible knives stabbing into her heart over and over again.

"Mother, I'm begging you. Please just give Megan up, will you?"

After crying, Lina began to plead. "Tell me where Megan is. I'll return her to Grace, to Kenton. Even if not for me, do it for Charlene. Before you die, do one good thing, please, Mother."

Yvette looked at Lina's tear-soaked face. Her lips trembled, and after a long pause, she finally spoke with a broken, hoarse voice.

"Whitesand Isle… in Dithoria… Megan's there."

Lina immediately rushed to Kenton. "Kenton, did you hear that? Megan's on Whitesand Isle in Dithoria! You can let Charlene go now, right?"

Kenton pushed her aside without expression. "Have Yvette's people send Megan to Amberton. Once she arrives, you two can leave."

Lina bit her bottom lip hard. After a long moment, she finally spoke again. "Fine. But in the meantime, I want to take care of Charlene. She's injured and needs medical attention."

"You think you lot are in any position to make demands right now?" Kenton scoffed. "Take a look at my face. Listen to my voice. Lina, don't tell me you've forgotten how I got these injuries. Yet you have the nerve to come to me with requests?"

Lina froze. Kenton's face had been burned because Yvette had ordered Lina to set a fire. His damaged vocal cords were from being forced to swallow shattered glass—also on Yvette's command.

"It was Yvettte who forced me." Lina tried to explain herself, though even she knew how weak and powerless her words sounded. "I'm so sorry," she eventually blurted.