Chapter 520
Ada snapped her fingers at him and burst into laughter. “Exactly! Fretending to be ignorant won’t change the fact that she is your daughter.”
Roger suddenly closed his eyes, his face contorting in a fierce twitch, veins bulging on his forehead. In his mind, he couldn’t help but recall the first time he saw Sophia. The gentle and elegant aura surrounding her resembled his deceased wife.
At some point, doubt crept into his heart. Yet, he had placed too much trust in Oliver, believing he wouldn’t deceive him. Indeed, Oliver hadn’t lied to him. But as the saying goes, one can’t guard against family thieves. How could they have anticipated Renee’s cunning move, bribing the doctor to falsify the report?
The gratitude of over twenty years of nurturing meant nothing to Ada. It was so worthless in her eyes that she even set up a scheme that caused the downfall of the Watson Group. What did she ultimately gain from all of this?
After relishing in his pain and regret, Ada smirked and said, “As for you, don’t expect Sophia Taylor, that bitch, to acknowledge you. After all, you were the one who paid 10 million dollars to send her away from Cester City back then, and you were the one who forced Jason to stab her later on. Even if she were forgiving, she probably couldn’t convince herself to forgive you, could she? You’re destined to meet your deceased wife with regret.”
Roger struggled to sit up, but each attempt ended in a harsh fall back onto the couch. After several futile tries, he reached for his scattered phone* on the couch, grabbed it, and fiercely hurled it toward Ada.
Still reveling in the satisfaction of revenge, Ada was caught off guard. A dull thud followed by a piercing scream echoing through the empty living room: “My eyes, my eyes…
Roger’s earlier throw missed Ada’s face but struck her eye with tremendous force in his extreme anger. In an instant, blood cascaded down Ada’s cheek from her injured eye, quickly staining half of her face. Staggering backward onto the couch, she writhed in pain, clutching her eye and intermittently screaming in agony.
Roger didn’t look at her, staring blankly at the crystal chandelier above him, his gaze empty and hopeless. He had mistaken his daughter and had even hurt Sophia severely. When he died, how could he face his deceased wife with any dignity?
At that moment, hurried footsteps could be heard outside. Half an hour ago, Oliver received news that Roger had arrived in Cester City and guessed he wanted to see Ada, rushing over immediately. Little did he expect to be too late. Judging by the scene in the living room, Ada had probably already spilled the truth.
Approaching the couch, Oliver reached out to help the pale–faced Roger, gently asking, “Roger, are you alright?”
Roger grasped Oliver’s wrist as if clinging to a lifeline. “Oliver, I heard that Sophia Taylor is still alive. Is that true? Is it true!”
Oliver remained silent momentarily, then nodded. “Yes, she is in Cester City right now
Roger suddenly became excited. Take me to see her. She is my daughter.”
Initially expecting Oliver to be shocked, Roger found him calm, as if the explosive truth didn’t matter. With this realization, Roger understood Oliver likely knew the hidden truth all along and kept it from him. Before Roger could question him, Oliver gently pried open his fingers, stood up,
and walked towards Ada across the room.
His gaze was icy cold, a hint of deadly intent on his face. Ada sensed the danger and instinctively stepped back. “What, what do you want to do? I am Jason’s wife now. If you dare to touch me… Before she could finish, another piercing scream echoed through the living room