Chapter 133
“Rick…” Abby’s eyes were filled with tears, despair consuming her upon hearing his words. “Even if you
don’t have feelings for me, I want you to know I love you. Why do you keep using Pearl to hurt me? It’s so
unfair!”
“You should understand that I see you as a sister. You need to move on,” Richard delivered the final blow.
Unable to bear the pain any longer, Abby ran off, wiping her tears.
Watching the scene unfold, Susan shouted, “Pearl, you did this to my family! How could you be so ruthless? You just want to take over the family, huh? I won’t let that happen!”
“You’re mistaken.” Pearl’s voice was calm. “I’m not interested in that at all.”
Richard immediately replied, “You’ll have to take it over, even if you’re not interested in it.”
Pearl was speechless.
“You’re going to give me an aneurysm!” Susan’s ch*st heaved as she raised her hand, pointing at Pearl while yelling, “You’re just like your mother, tearing apart relationships. The daughter she gave birth to is just as shameless. You’ve learned everything from her!”
Pearl froze. “You know my mom?”
“How could I not? Your mother was desired by countless men, and she even seduced Dustan. How could I not
know her!”
Susan’s words were hurtful, suggesting that Pearl’s mother was promiscuous and attempted to seduce
married men.
“Madam, I hope you choose your words more carefully. You can insult me, but not my mom,” Pearl retorted,
her anger flaring.
She recalled her father talking about the past. Her mother had been like a fairy, gentle and kind. That’s why her father had kept waiting for her return. How could such a perfect person do what Susan was claiming?
“Go ask Dustan then, see if they had an innocent friendship!” Susan scoffed. “You might even be his
daughter!”
With that parting shot, Susan stormed out, leaving Pearl stunned.
Pearl couldn’t help but ask, “Was what she said true?”
Richard avoided her eyes. “I don’t think so.”
“I have to find a way to shut her up. Her baseless accusations are an insult to my mom.” Pearl looked at Richard and began to plot. “I have an idea.”
Richard met her determined gaze. “You want a DNA test?”
“Mister Dustan won’t be home for about half a month, but I recall that I can use your DNA for the test too.”
Richard raised his brows. “So you think that as long as we can prove we’re not related, everything my mother said will be proven false?”
“Yes, I don’t believe we’re related.” Pearl then extended her hand. “Give me some of your hair.”
Richard frowned. “Where are the scissors?”
“What scissors? Just pull some out.”
Richard winced. “Pearl!”
Seeing him agitated, Pearl didn’t want to linger any longer, so she flashed an awkward smile and ran.
