Chapter 800 It's All My Fault for Not Being Ruthless Enough!
Brent's face turned beet red, unable to accept the truth all at once!
At this moment, Brent also felt the sting of betrayal by the person he trusted and loved the most!
"I admit it," Debra said, placing her hand on the tombstone, "I've kept this secret for so many years, never mentioning a word, and it was really hard to hold it in. Since things have come to this point today, I might as well just say it all!"
Brent asked, "Debra! You planned all of this from the beginning, just to get Isabella into the Mitchell family and have Nicole raise her, didn't you?"
"Yes!"
Brent gasped repeatedly, "When you suggested that Isabella live in the Mitchell family as an adopted daughter, I thought it was a sudden idea. But it turns out, you had planned it all along!"
"That's right, I don't have that many sudden ideas; it was all part of my step-by-step plan!" Debra looked at him, "Brent, they're both your daughters. Why should Nicole's child enjoy wealth and luxury?"
"The reason I did this is ultimately because you are incompetent!" Debra raised her hand, pointing at him, her fingernail almost poking his eye!
She added, "If you're not capable, then don't go out and live a life of debauchery, and don't get me pregnant! I know several friends who are with wealthy men. Although their lives aren't as luxurious as mine, their children enjoy the same treatment as the children of the wealthy wives!"
"Because those wealthy men built their careers on their own! Their men are strong, authoritative at home, and have status! They can even sit and dine with the wealthy wives, have tea together!"
"And you? What can you do?" Debra asked, "Hiding and sneaking around, avoiding my calls whenever you're at the Mitchell Manor, barely responding to messages, afraid that Nicole would find out!"
"I can endure, I can wait, but Isabella can't! She can't live a life of being criticized!"
Brent asked, "So, you came up with such a vicious plan?"
Debra laughed out loud, "Yes, vicious. After all these years, Brent, are you just now seeing my true colors?"
She turned her head, looking at Penelope.
"You know, Penelope, you were very cute when you were little," Debra said with a smile, "You have big, bright eyes, and skin as smooth as silk, like a little princess, no, an actual princess. You looked a lot like your daughter Lucy when you were young. Lucy is practically a spitting image of you."
"Nicole adored you, took you everywhere because you were her only daughter. Her health was poor, and she almost lost her life giving birth to you!"
"When she took you to the mall, I hid in the corner, secretly watching you. I was like a stalker, following you for a whole month!"
"For a month, I watched you go in and out of high-end places, meeting all kinds of important people. Nicole swiped her card without batting an eye. The bag I had to beg Brent for several times, she bought with just a glance."
Debra said, "It was then that I thought, I can't become Nicole, but can my daughter become you? Can she live the life I can't?!"
The wind in the cemetery was chilly, blowing Penelope's loose hair.
Debra's sharp voice echoed in her ears.
Penelope finally heard the answer she wanted.
She asked, "Debra, so you took me away at that charity gala?"
"That's right! I thought of many ways, made many plans, but the charity gala was my best chance to take you away!"
"How did you do it?"
Debra laughed twice, "You really want to know?"
"Yes."
"Very simple," Debra shrugged, "I snuck into the charity gala and watched from the corner. I saw you loved sweets, cakes, and such, but Nicole always stopped you, afraid you'd get cavities. So, I prepared a beautiful cartoon cake to lure you over."
"Sure enough, you were quickly attracted. As soon as you saw the cake, you walked right over. Once you got close, I immediately covered your mouth."
As she spoke, Debra raised her hand, showing two shallow scars.
"Look, Penelope, you even bit me back then, deep and hard, it bled, and the scars are still here after more than twenty years."
"You were so sharp-tongued as a child, and you still are! You haven't changed a bit!"
Penelope glanced at the scars on her hand.
That wasn't what she was concerned about.
She was concerned about how Debra managed to take her away from the charity gala!
"Keep talking," Penelope said, "I bit you, I resisted, how did you still manage to take me away?"
Debra answered disdainfully, "You were so young then, I knocked you out, didn't even let you cry out. You didn't make a sound from start to finish, your face turned red."
At this point, Debra's expression was filled with regret.
"I thought I had smothered you to death, so I quickly let go. Actually, thinking back now, I wasn't ruthless enough, I was too soft-hearted. I should have been more ruthless and killed you right then!"
She gritted her teeth, "Dead people are the safest! They wouldn't come back after more than twenty years to take everything from my daughter!"
"Penelope, it's all my fault for not being ruthless enough back then. I was too young, too concerned. If you had died then, none of this would be happening today! You would be the one dead, not Isabella!"
Debra became more and more agitated, her face twisted, stepping closer to Penelope.
But she didn't have a chance to get close to Penelope. Brent blocked her firmly.
At the same time, Kelvin reached out, wrapping his arm around her waist, pulling her into his embrace, his eagle-like sharp eyes sweeping directly at Debra.
"Debra! What are you trying to do?" Brent said painfully, "Saying such things now is pointless!"
"I'm regretting it! I dared to take her away, why didn't I just kill her then? Why did I leave her alive, allowing her to have today?"
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