The Heiress Nobody Saw Coming (Natalie and Marcus) novel Chapter 562

Yvette suddenly burst into laughter. In fact, she laughed so hard that tears rolled down her cheeks. "Kenton, you really are something. But regardless, Grace won't be able to rest in peace.

"Megan has been dead for a long time. Her body's buried on Whitesand Isle. You and Grace will never see her again in this lifetime.

"Grace will die never knowing what Megan grew up to look like. She'll never know that her daughter died at the age of 23, her corpse dumped by me on Whitesand Isle, where a fisherman took pity on her and buried her.

Yvette continued laughing hysterically. "Last time, I told Grace that Megan might be watching her from anywhere in the world. Once a person dies, they become a soul. Can't a soul go wherever it pleases?"

"Yvette Jenkins!" Kenton roared hoarsely. He rushed forward and grabbed Yvette by the throat. "Is it true?"

"It's true," Yvette replied calmly, meeting Kenton's eyes, accepting it all without flinching.

"Megan died a long time ago. She wouldn't listen, you see. After the incident with Laura, she kept trying to escape. I had her caught, broke her legs, locked her in the basement, and starved her for three days and nights.

"Eventually, Megan gave in. She said she wanted to brush her teeth, wash her face, and take a shower. I had someone take her. While brushing her teeth, she used a toothbrush to stab her own throat when the guard wasn't watching. She committed suicide just like that."

"Hahahahaha! What a useless girl. She grew up under my roof, yet still clung to justice, going as far as turning on herself. What a joke she was!

"Grace had those genes, and somehow managed to give birth to such a decent daughter."

Kenton's fingers tightened uncontrollably. Yvette just stared at him, her smile twisted and triumphant.

"Kenton, Grace will never see Megan in this life," Yvette said weakly. "But she can die now because in the afterlife, she'll finally get to meet her daughter."

Kenton let out a hoarse scream, violently throwing Yvette aside.

"No, that's impossible. Megan can't be dead. She wouldn't have killed herself."

He clutched at his hair, voice rasping with anguish. "Yvette, how could you kill her?"

Yvette laughed madly. "Megan's been dead for years. All these years, you and Grace have been dreaming in vain.

"Kenton, if you don't believe me, go to Whitesand Isle yourself. Or you could check the basement in my villa. There are still recordings of Megan's suicide there. I told you, didn't I? If you betray me, you pay the price. That's the rule around here.

"Anyway, I've got a terminal illness. If I die, so be it. I've no regrets. But can the same be said for Grace? Hahahaha!"

"How could you let Megan die?" Lina lunged forward, grabbing Yvette and shaking her violently. "If she's dead, what am I supposed to do? What about Charlene?

"You've got your illness, and you're dying—that's fine. But couldn't you think about us even once?

"You killed Megan, and what? You want Charlene and me to die in her place?" Lina sobbed uncontrollably. "You already ruined me. Why can't you let my daughter live freely? It's all your fault. It was all you!

"Now, they're saying that my daughter isn't even my daughter. Why? Why did it come to this?"

Lina let go of Yvette and collapsed to her knees, wailing.

Yvette lay on the ground, hair fully white, the Umbrahex in her body still flaring. Once the painkiller wore off, the pain would return, tearing through her like knives. At this point, death was starting to seem like a release.

"I hate you. I hate you so much." Lina wanted to go to Charlene, but the bodyguards blocked her. She couldn't even get near her.

"Charlene, don't be afraid. Mommy's right here. Mommy will protect you."

Lina looked at Charlene, bruised and bloodied, and her heart felt like it was being ripped in two.