Chapter 252 Tears and Emotion
Isla couldn't understand it and decided not to dwell on it.
"Isla, what happened to your face?" Under the scorching sun, Mrs. Wilson suddenly noticed a clear palm print on Isla's right cheek and immediately guessed what happened. "Did Abella hit you when I didn't make it to the mall on time?"
"No..." Isla lowered her long eyelashes and said with grievance, "I accidentally bumped into my sister's hand, it has nothing to do with her..."
Mrs. Wilson was about to get angry, but then she touched her daughter's face. "You've been wronged! Rest assured, we will definitely make Abella suffer for everything she's done. We'll make her provide us with resources and funds. Be patient, endure this for now..."
Isla raised her eyes in shock. What was wrong with her mother? It would be fine if she didn't confront Abella, but now she even expected her to endure this humiliation...
Her face had swelled from being slapped. Even if Abella really gave her some money, some resources, could it make up for the injustice she had suffered?
Feeling the clear change in her mother's attitude, Isla felt even more uncomfortable.
After a while, a familiar figure walked out of the mall's entrance.
Mr. Wilson rushed over, opened an umbrella to shield Abella, and smiled flatteringly. "Abella, you finally showed up! Are you hot? I just bought a sun umbrella from the supermarket. It's said to have good UV protection. This brand might not be as good as your QY, but it does the trick!"
Abella gave him a indifferent glance and didn't stop her stride, continuing to walk forward.
Mrs. Wilson also rushed forward, trying to regain her composure.
"Excuse me, Abella," she said, trying to please Abella while handing over the newly purchased pastries. "Abella, I went to that famous cake shop outside the mall just now and picked a few small cakes for you. You used to look forward to celebrating your birthday with me, didn't you? How about we find a place to celebrate a little in advance, as your birthday is approaching soon..."
"Yes, I heard there's a petal-themed restaurant nearby called Petal Blossom. Why don't we go there? We can sing you a birthday song!" Mr. Wilson chimed in.
They both smiled, trying to win her over, but Abella didn't stop walking or answer them.
"Oh, by the way, Abella, I went to a nearby jewelry store and picked out a new necklace for you..." Mr. Wilson said. He had hesitated to bring it out, but since their previous attempts were unsuccessful, he reluctantly took out a small gift box from his pocket.
"This necklace isn't the old one Isla wore, and a lot of thought went into buying it specifically for you. I personally went to a well-known jewelry store and selected the letters 'A' and 'B' with tiny diamonds set on them. I wanted to give it to you as an early birthday gift." Mr. Wilson handed over the gift box, his smile becoming even kinder.
This time, Abella's expression turned completely cold as she said in an icy voice, "I won't withdraw the lawsuit, nor will I ever do business with you."
"Abella, you're just angry!" Mr. Wilson continued to smile, his humility reaching a peak.
Mrs. Wilson, seeing her husband's attempt fail, began to act pitiful again. With tears and mucus streaming down her face, she sobbed, "Abella, I've made many mistakes in the past. I wish you could give me another chance to fix things with you?"
Abella walked towards a nearby open-air parking lot, pressing the unlock button, she was about to get in her car.
Mr. Wilson was stunned to see that she was driving a top-of-the-line limited edition car, worth at least thirty million dollars.
Mrs. Wilson was also astonished. She had never expected that the Wilson family had gone bankrupt just for a Maybach, while Abella casually drove a limited-edition Rolls-Royce! And the license plate looked so familiar, as if she had seen it before!
She couldn't remember where she had seen it, but one thing was certain - Abella was indeed wealthy!
Of course, how could the founder of QY not have money?!
At this moment, Mr. Wilson stood in front of the car door, preventing Abella from getting in, while Mrs. Wilson knelt down, tears falling like beads.
"Abella, I was wrong. What can I do to earn your forgiveness?" Mrs. Wilson cried, full of regret. "I really want things to go back to the way they were. Can we go back to how things were in the past?"
Before Abella could respond, Mrs. Wilson continued crying, "Now that you've achieved success, you no longer recognize me, right? But over these years, for all the accomplishments you've made, haven't I supported and encouraged you?"
Mrs. Wilson wiped away the tears on her face, paying no attention to her knees.
Abella looked at their phony faces and lost all patience. "If I weren't the founder of QY, if I weren't Anika Moses, if I didn't have other connections, would you still be kneeling here begging for my forgiveness?"
Upon hearing Abella's words, Mrs. Wilson's tears remained suspended in her eyes and she froze in place.
"If I were driving a bicycle today, instead of a Rolls-Royce, would you still be kneeling here, pleading with me?" Abella sneered coldly. "You are only interested in my worth, hoping to gain benefits from me. Don't insult the role of a mother. You are unworthy of that title!"
"Abella..." Mrs. Wilson didn't expect her to be so abrupt and was about to say something when she was interrupted.
"The connection between me and the Wilson family ceased to exist the moment you put me up for adoption. I have long since repaid my debt to the Wilson family. I have never taken advantage of you for a single cent. If it wasn't for my grandmother, the Wilson Group would have been gone a long time ago. But you still have the audacity to try to rebuild our relationship and have me forgive you?" Abella said coldly.
Hearing her words, Mrs. Wilson's face paled, and Mr. Wilson felt a mix of emotions. They never should have offended her - now it was too late to make amends!
"Now, should I call security to kick you out, or will you leave on your own?" Abella asked.
Abella's indifference surprised them. This parking lot belonged to the CCG Center, and as soon as the security arrived, they would definitely be kicked out.
Mr. Wilson hurriedly stepped forward and tried to calm her down. "Abella, please, if I had money, I would definitely give it to you. It's just that things have been really tough at home lately. Your grandmother's hospitalization also requires a lot of money. We truly can't afford to support Isla if you sue us."
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