Real Heiress: Flash Marriage With Boyfriend's Uncle - Chapter 117

Chapter 117: Schemed against her Chapter 117: Schemed against her “It’s not that I don’t trust it, but we weren’t present at the time of the test.

That’s why it is hard for the others to trust,” Miriam stated.

“Lucius is known for his crooked ways to handle any matter.

Your father hasn’t come because he felt it would only infuriate you both.

Come to the hospital in the morning, where the test will take place,” she said, carrying a hopeful gaze.

“Don’t say anything bad about Lucius,” Layla said, her lips quivering as she was on the verge to cry.

She couldn’t act weak by shedding some tears in front of Miriam.

“I didn’t mean to hurt you.

Come, let’s sit,” Miriam suggested.

Grabbing her both arms, she brought Layla to the sofa and made her sit down.

“I am so sorry, Layla, that I couldn’t recognize my own daughter.

I always turned a blind eye to the injustices you suffered while I pampered Seraphina’s daughter.

I even forced you to marry against your own wish.

But I’ll turn everything right.

I will take you back, free you from Lucius and keep you as my daughter.

You will lead the company soon,” she began explaining with a smile on her lips.

Layla pulled back her hands from her mother’s grip.

“Why will you separate me from Lucius?” She frowned.

“He is a mafia and is involved in the work, one shouldn’t.

Why would I let my daughter’s life fall in danger because of him?

You didn’t wish to marry him either.

I am sorry for throwing you into this marriage.

But I’ll make sure to–” Miriam’s remaining words caught in her throat as Layla interjected her.

“This is ridiculous!

Who are you to decide what to do with my life?

When I was Seraphina’s daughter, you found the proposal too good for me.

You wanted to get rid of me.

You said I should not have born.

I’m not going anywhere with you,” Layla declared, staring into her mother’s eyes in disbelief.

“That was my mistake, Layla.

Now, I want to rectify them.

I want to–” “I don’t want you to do anything with my life.

Do you even know what I feel to know that you are my mother?

All the abuse, humiliations I suffered were not justified even if I grew up as Seraphina’s daughter.

Everyone in that house made me feel pathetic.

Do you think it’s easy for me to forget everything and move on?” Layla furrowed her brows in confusion while looking at Miriam for the answers.

Miriam’s eyes flooded with tears and she shook her head.

“I am sorry for that,” she said.

“You all have forgotten humanity.

I was treated badly because I was the daughter of your husband’s mistress in your eyes.

If in my place it was Orabela, you have done the same.

I wish you have tried to be better person when I grew up in that house.

But you weren’t.

You are same like Grandma, who hated me.

At least, Dad let me live there because I had his blood, but you all wanted to throw me away.” Tears welled up in her eyes, but she quickly brushed them away.

“You should leave.

I have nothing more to say to you,” Layla murmured, rising to her feet.

“I’ll go to whichever hospital you want.” Without another glance, she turned and made her way upstairs to the bedroom, her footsteps echoing faintly as she disappeared.

Miriam took a deep breath, forcing herself to hold back her own tears.

She stepped outside the mansion and found Lucius waiting for her in the entryway.

“Make sure Layla gets to Santa Maria Hospital tomorrow,” Miriam instructed, her voice steady but strained.

Lucius looked at her, his expression hardening.

“Did you tell Orabela that you’d be doing another DNA test?” Miriam’s silence spoke for her, the truth evident in her eyes.

Lucius shook his head in frustration.

“I warned you about making mistakes, Miriam.

Do you even understand the damage Orabela has done to Layla?

For years, you’ve trusted Orabela blindly.

She’s the kind of person who would falsify results.

She nearly tricked Roderick into marriage with a fake pregnancy.

That’s who she is!” Miriam’s voice faltered as she struggled for words.

“Then…

what should I do?” Lucius gave her a hard, pointed look.

“That’s for you to figure out.” With that, he walked past her, his expression tight with disappointment and anger, leaving her standing alone in the silence.

Miriam climbed into the car, her mind heavy with thoughts, and instructed the driver to take her home.

By the time dinner approached, she had returned to the estate.

“Where have you been?” Lady Agatha’s voice cut through the room as Miriam entered the living room, where Agatha and Orabela sat waiting.

“I told you Layla was lying,” she added firmly.

“She isn’t lying,” Miriam replied, her tone resolute.

She fixed her gaze on Orabela.

“Layla is my real daughter.

Sera destroyed everything, leaving her own daughter for me to raise,” she stated, her words heavy with the truth she could no longer ignore.

Orabela’s face drained of color.

“Did you know that Seraphina was your mother?” Miriam demanded, her eyes narrowing.

“No… How could I have known?” Orabela protested, rising to her feet, her heart pounding in fear as the consequences of Miriam’s discovery dawned on her.

“Mom, you’re believing Layla?

She’s lied so many times to slander me!

You’ve seen it yourself.” “Enough!” Miriam’s voice was sharp, filled with years of suppressed anger.

“Do you think I’m blind, Bella?

I haven’t forgotten what you did after Layla’s marriage.

You faked a pregnancy to trap Roderick into marrying you!

You painted Layla as the villain, even manipulated Seraphina to change her statement.

So, who’s been defaming whom?

All of this points to one thing-this isn’t the first time you’ve schemed against her!” Her voice broke, and finally, the tears she had fought so hard to hold back began to flow freely.

Lady Agatha, taken aback, fell silent as she grasped the severity of the situation.

Miriam’s words weren’t the ravings of a distraught woman; they were a revelation of truths buried for too long.

Orabela tried to speak, her voice desperate.

“She was taking everything from me-” “Silence, Bella!” Miriam’s voice trembled.

“Why?

Why did you make me despise my own daughter?

I feel like I’m losing my mind!

Seraphina has ruined my life completely.

I should have raised my daughter with love, yet I hurt her deeply, all the while nurturing someone else’s child.” With that, Miriam’s composure shattered, and she broke down, the weight of her regrets finally overtaking her.