Chapter 142 He is the Enemy
Winnie tightly clenched her hand, sweat dripping down. Her heart grew colder bit by bit.
Elliott pushed her wheelchair, carrying her lifeless body away from the Anderson family.
His gaze pierced into her ashamed blood, "Winnie, it was the map of South African mines that supported Imperial Jewelry, making it the industry's leader and giving rise to the Kingdom Estates. Ironically, you ended up marrying him!"
Winnie suddenly crouched down on the ground, her eyes brimming with tears. Is it really him? Has Uncle been living such a difficult life, just like Cameron and Irene? Winnie held her aching heart, lifting her head sorrowfully.
She absentmindedly took out the Vice President's nameplate and the black card given by Lawrence from her bag.
"But Uncle, you said he caused the deaths of Cameron and Irene. Why would he still keep me by his side? He let me enter the Kingdom Estates and even gave me this black card that can bankrupt him. Shouldn't he fear me?"
Elliott's chest heaved violently, sweeping the items from her hands onto the ground.
"Do you know what Lawrence R is capable of? Would he fear you? He has made you fall in love with him! He's offering you these benefits, will you have the self-respect to leave him in the future? Today, he met me as if nothing happened. He thinks I'm still unaware of the truth from all those years ago. He's playing mind games with you!"
"A man so ruthless, snap out of it! Otherwise, you'll be letting down Cameron and Irene!" Winnie's mind trembled intensely, slowly collapsing to the ground.
Her face grew pale, her heart drowned in agonizing turmoil. Why?
Why did she have to meet Lawrence R, bear his child, marry him, and even fall in love with this man?
Why did fate play such a cruel trick on her? She thought she had repelled Darcy, and she and L had finally built a good relationship. But the truth dealt her a huge blow.
Cameron's address book was filled with Lawrence R's name. Uncle said his masks pierced into her father's heart. Imperial Jewelry started with Cameron's South African mines.
She could hardly find any more reasons to defend him.
It turns out, Imperial and Triton's previous generations were not just simple business rivals. Cameron and Irene did not receive a proper burial!
"I know it's hard for you to accept right now, but you must gather your strength. Uncle has come back this time to seek revenge on Lawrence R! We just didn't expect that you would be by his side..." Elliott tightly gripped her hand, his gaze ice-cold, glancing at her swollen belly.
His stomach twisted ironically. "I can never forget the hatred! Sooner or later, you will cut ties with him and stand by my side!"
Winnie was almost shattered by his words, feeling like a knife was cutting through her heart, tears welling up in her eyes.
Elliott realized she was on the verge of collapsing and softened his voice.
"You're tired too. Go back and calm down, but don't expose me. The day after tomorrow is Cameron and Irene's anniversary. We can talk in detail then."
Winnie gathered her thoughts and nodded. "Uncle, you don't have a place to stay..."
"I bought an apartment before returning to the country. I have a small company overseas, and I have migrated back," Elliott forced a smile. "But your cousin, I'll leave her overseas."
Hearing that her cousin had a mother, Winnie finally felt a little relieved. "Then Aunt can take care of my cousin..."
Elliott's expression suddenly darkened, and a scornful smile formed at the corner of his mouth.
"Your aunt left long ago. With my current state, no woman is willing to follow me. I raised your cousin on my own."
Winnie was shocked and her heart felt as if it was being torn apart.
Her uncle lived a difficult life, but all of this was thanks to whom?
She didn't dare to think further, clenching her fingers tightly until they trembled. Her pale face left her uncle's apartment.
Inside the apartment, Elliott watched as Winnie walked away and made a phone call.
The man on the other end asked, "Mr. Granger, how was your first day back in the country?"
"Alan, there's a problem," Elliott sighed. "My niece, the Winnie you saw at the airport, is actually with Lawrence R."
"Oh?" The man feigned surprise, but then chuckled softly. "Mr. Granger, think carefully, is this a bad thing?"
Elliott furrowed his brow, his thoughts shifting, and a hint of ruthlessness appeared in his eyes. "Winnie being with Lawrence R is not necessarily a bad thing. On the contrary--"
"Congratulations, Mr. Granger. You've gained a spy to exact revenge and reclaim your fortune. Let your niece suffer a bit," the man sneered.
Hatred filled Elliott's eyes as a cold, paranoid glimmer appeared. "Yes. Thank you for the suggestion."
"I'll definitely help you. Let's cooperate happily." The man hung up the phone.
Winnie returned to the villa, the same villa she secretly called the "Love House" just half a month ago.
Love was blossoming, and its presence was undeniable, but fate played a cruel joke on her. The sweetness was now replaced by irony.
She stared blankly at the snow falling outside the window, wishing for a moment that she would shatter into snowflakes, so she wouldn't have to experience pain, confusion, doubt, and ultimately, despair.
When Taylor saw her covered in snow, he was alarmed and hurried to get a towel. "Mrs. L, why didn't you use an umbrella?"
She emerged from the bathroom but seemed like a wandering soul, her face extremely pale. She abruptly locked herself in the room.
Late at night, L returned.
The man entered the room with snowflakes on the shoulders of his clothes, beautiful six-petal snowflakes fell, and he gently brushed them away with his slender fingers.
This was the first snow of the winter, and also the first snow he had encountered since meeting her. Perhaps tomorrow morning, he could hold her at the window and enjoy the snow together.
With a tired and furrowed brow, he straightened himself up slightly, but the furrow remained. Putting on a silver mask, he pushed open the bedroom door.
But he saw a slender figure, seemingly collapsed on the carpet!
"Winnie?" he rushed over.
Winnie was trapped in a dream, for some reason, she dreamt of Cameron and Irene, lying in a bloody accident car with shattered faces, and her uncle's severed leg.
Her mom's gentle face would always turn fierce as she asked, "Winnie, why did you choose to be with the scoundrel who killed us? And why did you bear his child?"
"Ah... Ah!" Winnie screamed as she opened her eyes. She had dreamt of her mom before, but she was always smiling.
For the first time, her mom was devastated, looking at her with hatred.
"Winnie!" The man's warm hands tightly held her shoulders, cupping her face. "Did you have a nightmare?"
Winnie looked up, her teary eyes focusing on the man's face behind the silver mask. She trembled all over and pushed him away forcefully!
He had returned, wearing this mask once again, pretending to be L and deceiving her!
Just what kind of man was he, skilled at hiding with ruthless means? There was Cameron and Irene's blood on his hands.
"Don't touch me." Winnie was terrified and filled with hatred, involuntarily shrinking back until she reached the corner of the wall.
"What's wrong with you?" L furrowed his brows, suspicious. His expression darkened, having felt her hand before, it was bone-chillingly cold.
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