Chapter 152 Honey, He said He Wants to Kill Me
"Mummy, I never realized how good of an actress you are?" Barbara calmly lifted the corners of her mouth, her eyes devoid of any emotion, not even shedding a tear.
Perhaps when a person reaches the utmost despair, they can no longer cry.
Queenie felt a pang of sympathy as she watched and wanted to pat Barbara's shoulder to comfort her, but she was afraid of touching her injured areas. "Barbara, if you want to cry, then please cry. Let's not talk about anything else. Should I take you to the hospital?"
Barbara laughing bitterly, Ara said, "Mommy, do you see? At a time like this, Queenie is thinking about whether I'm hurting, whether I'm in pain, and wants to take me to the hospital. But all you're thinking about is how to frame her!"
"I..." Lilith was speechless.
Barbara struggled to stand up and removed the last piece of covering in front of her, revealing a body covered in bloody wounds from being tortured.
"Mommy, look closely. I want you to imprint each and every one of these in your mind. This is what you've given me!"
Lilith was almost unable to stand, being overwhelmed by the stimulus. She turned her face away, unable to look. "No, it's not me, really, it's not me!"
Barbara walked to the wardrobe, opened it, found a white bathrobe, put it back on, and weakly looked at Lilith.
"Do you need me to let you listen to the recording of how you and Mary planned to push me onto Mr. Brown's bed? Are you still planning to report Queenie to the police? Or do you want to get yourself arrested?"
Lilith's heart sank, her whole body turning cold as ice, unable to believe it as she shook her head. "No, Barbara, listen to me, it's not true."
Barbara coldly curved her lips. "I'm listening, go ahead and speak."
Lilith's heart skipped a beat, almost unable to breathe. Tears streamed down her face uncontrollably. All she could see in her mind was the bloody body from earlier.
"Mary told me it was sleeping pills... that nothing happened... I didn't expect it to turn out like this... Mommy, I really didn't know..."
Lilith cried uncontrollably, her hand reaching out and gripping Mr. Brown's neck. "Why? Why would you do this to my daughter?"
"Because I hate you all! I hate you bitches! If it weren't for each and every one of you wanting to push your daughters onto my bed, trying to climb to wealth and status, my family wouldn't have forced me to break up with my girlfriend! It's all because of you!" Mr. Brown yelled hysterically.
Lilith froze, unable to believe that this well-mannered and well-regarded Mr. Brown could actually be a mental psycho.
Unable to tolerate it any longer, Queenie picked up the whip from the floor and struck Mr. Brown directly. "Have you ever considered that she didn't consent to this?"
Mr. Brown sucked in a breath, glaring at Queenie with resentment. "I don't care! As long as she's lying on this bed, she's a bitch!"
Queenie raised the whip again and struck him fiercely. "You can't even control your own emotions and yet blame others! If you have the ability, fight against your own family! Why take it out on innocent women?!"
In her fervor, Queenie struck him once more.
"You dare hit me! You're asking for death! Do you even know who I am? How dare you hit me!" With a broken knee, Mr. Brown couldn't stand up, and could only be beaten in place.
Just as the voice fell, Benoit arrived at the door and knocked. "May I come in?"
Queenie glanced at Barbara, and Barbara nodded at her before saying, "Come in."
Fresh off his wheelchair, Queenie rushed to Mr. Brown's side to report, pointing vigorously to the man on the floor.
"Honey, he said he wants to kill me. I'm scared."
