Twins and Ex-wife novel Chapter 628

Freya's eyelids jumped and she subconsciously gripped the phone in her hand tightly, and then she had received another text message.

"Freya, your mother, in fact, was killed by a fall."

"She was already in poor health, I had her thrown down the stairs, she was already dying and I kindly left a few stabs in her heart."

"Stab after stab, how is it that in your mother's body, there is no end to the blood flowing?!"

Freya looked at the one text message that on her phone and felt her whole heart being torn up.

She pressed her heart to death, the excruciating pain that continued unabated.

Her fingertips trembled as she replied, "Who are you?! Why did you do that to my mother?!"

Thinking of the picture of Bernice collapsing in a pool of blood, Freya's heart ached so much that she could not breathe.

Her mother, Bernice, was gentle and calm, graceful and kind, and always full of kindness to whomever she treated.

She couldn't figure out how her mother, who was so nice, could be killed in such a cruel way!

How much it should have hurt her to push herself down the stairs and stab her mother in the chest while she was still breathing!

"Who the hell are you!"

The person who sent the text message acted as if he did not see the message Freya had sent. Immediately afterwards, Freya received several more text messages.

"It makes me so happy to watch your mother bleed! If I hadn't been worried about being found out, I would have wanted to see her bleed out before I left."

"Freya, you and your mother look so much alike."

"Oh, it would be perfect if you died in the same way as your mother!"

The last text message Freya received, the person over there seemed to have been unable to restrain the twisted hatred in his heart, "Freya, that bitch Bernice is waiting for you to go down there to keep her company!"

"Who are you?! Who the hell are you!"

Freya sent several text messages one after another, but she received no more replies.

It was as if a million ants were gnawing at her heart. She stopped texting and called the man directly.

Almost immediately, the call was answered and Freya's voice was hoarse as she yelled, "Who are you?! Who the hell are you!"

"What's wrong with you? Why are you so fierce?" What came from the other end of the phone was an old and amiable voice.

Freya froze, she dared not think that the person who sent her that kind of text message was an old man with a calm voice.

Suddenly, unsure, she subconsciously asked, "You were the one who just texted me, right?"

"Texted you? I don't know how to text!"

The old man thought of something and it dawned on him, "Oh, someone just borrowed my mobile phone and said she was calling her daughter. You are her daughter!"

"What does the person who borrowed your phone look like?" Freya asked eagerly.

"What does she look like? I'm blind, how can I know what she looks like!" The old man sighed softly, "Did you have a fight with your mother? There is no such thing as an overnight feud between a mother and her daughter, so don't get angry with your mother!"

"Grandpa, where are you now? I want to go over."

If there was a camera nearby that could have captured this scene of that woman borrowing the phone, she would have found her mother's killer!