Upon seeing them descend, guilt filled her face. Tears streamed down her cheeks as she cried in despair.
“Lucinda, you’ve suffered so much.
I didn’t even know… I’m truly sorry!”
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Lucinda wasn’t an unreasonable woman. She knew Violeta had protected her numerous times and always treated her well. She couldn’t blame Violeta for Graham’s actions.
“Well, you weren’t aware of it. You were kept in the dark about these matters. I won’t hold you responsible. You don’t have to apologize on Graham’s behalf.”
Violeta keenly noticed the hatred in Lucinda’s voice when Graham was mentioned. This realization intensified her tears, and she cried even more desperately.
Lucinda sighed. Forgiving Graham was out of the question at this point.
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Unsure of how to console Violeta, she suggested, “He’s still upstairs.
I suppose he’s not in a good mood. Go upstairs and see him.”
“Alright,” Violeta nodded and quickly made her way upstairs.
In the garden, Valerie and Florrie were forced to remain.
As Lucinda approached them, she witnessed the fear and anxiety etched on Florrie’s face.
Thoughts of her unconscious father intensified Lucinda’s anger. Step by step, she advanced towards the garden. Without uttering a word, she seized Florrie by the hair and forcefully dragged her into the villa.
“Ouch! Let go of me! I’m your stepmother! Lucinda! You can’t do this to me!” Florrie screamed hysterically, wincing in pain.
Lucinda sneered.
“You were, but not anymore!”
Her eyes flashed with ferocity as she tightened her grip on Florrie’s hair.
Florrie had grown accustomed to a life of Luxury and didn’t know how to fight back. She couldn’t break free from Lucinda’s hold.
Relentlessly, Lucinda dragged her through the villa, leading her towards Atticus’ room.
The bedroom door swung open, revealing Atticus lying there with closed eyes and a breathing mask covering his face.
He looked like he was existing in a vegetative state.
Lucinda kicked Florrie’s knee from behind, causing her to kneel before Atticus. She still clutched her hair tightly.
“Look at him! In order to marry you, this man in the bed disregarded the objections of all his children! Over the years, he provided you with a life of comfort!
How could you push him down the stairs? Do you have any conscience?