Chapter 107 Prelude to Heart-Piercing Arrows
Darwin was about to agree when his phone rang. He glanced at it, his expression turning cold and solemn. After he finished the call, Fiona knew that he wouldn't be able to go to the snack street.
"Fiona, there's something I need to handle back in Bay City," Darwin apologized, patting her head. "Once everything is settled there, I'll accompany you back to Serene City for a while."
"I understand," Fiona nodded, but deep inside, she wondered if that time would really come.
Darwin escorted Fiona back to the hotel. Janna had already left. Fiona gave her room door a cold glance before turning back to her own room. In the evening hours, Janna returned exhausted. Stuart approached and called Fiona to join them for dinner.
"Still no news?" Fiona sipped her soup and asked slowly.
Janna shook her head. "It's hard to say whether my granddaughter even lives in Serene City. I'm planning to find Jane first."
"How will you find her?" Fiona asked.
"She will eventually be buried. So I'll search through every cemetery, every tombstone!" Janna replied.
Fiona's hand stiffened. Would her mother really want to see them again, she thought to herself.
"Grandma Rhoads, have you ever considered that she may not want to see you anymore?" Fiona looked up at Janna. "Based on what you've said, with all the pain and despair you've mentioned, caused by all of you, why would she want to see you again?"
Janna’s body stiffened slightly.
"I just want to apologize in person."
"What good will an apology do when the person is already dead?" Fiona continued questioning.
"Fiona, why are you being so confrontational today?" Janna Rhoads frowned.
Every word Fiona spoke today pierced at her heart and struck a nerve.
"I'm sorry," Fiona averted her gaze. "I went home yesterday and found some of my mother's belongings. I didn't tell you, did I? My mother's life was ruined by that mistress too. After struggling for years, she chose to end it all."
Fiona knew with Janna’s perceptiveness, she would eventually uncover the truth.
Fiona wasn't worried about being found. But before that happened, she wanted to plant the seeds of heart-piercing arrows in Janna’s heart.
Janna Rhoads furrowed her brow.
"As I looked at my mother's belongings, I couldn't help but think about how much she detested that awful man and his blinded mother. They humiliated her, leaving her with no way out!"
"Fiona..." Janna softly spoke, seemingly trying to comfort her.
"They were a nightmare to my mother. Even a single glance from them made her feel dirty, unworthy..."
"So, I was thinking, does Ms. Jane have the same idea about you?"
Suddenly, there was the sound of chopsticks hitting the table.
"Fiona, have I spoiled you too much that you dare to talk to me like this?"
Stuart was puzzled. The faces of the other bodyguards didn't look good.
"Grandma Rhoads, I just hope you can understand the deceased," Fiona calmly looked at Janna.
Janna was furious; her breathing became heavier. She waited for Fiona to continue speaking, and the two confronted each other for a while. The reason that Janna is where she is in social status is that she could listen to others. Moreover, what Fiona just said, although brutal, might be even more unbearable for Jane herself. She slumped down.
"I just think that she should know her grievances have already been cleared," Janna’s tone sounded tired.
But in less than a month, the elegant silver-haired old lady Fiona saw at the sanatorium initially now appeared somewhat aged. Fiona remained silent.
After a moment, Janna looked at Fiona again. Fiona's background was so like her granddaughter's.
"Fiona, do you have any other relatives at home?" she asked.
Fiona lowered her eyelids and stirred the soup with the spoon, "None."
Janna Rhoads was once again shocked, "None?"
"They all died of illness," Fiona replied.
Janna Rhoads furrowed her brows so tightly it could crush a mosquito.
Fiona put down the spoon.
"Now that we've come this far in our conversation, Grandma Rhoads, would you like to know how a girl from an ordinary family like me ended up beside Darwin?"
Janna vaguely sensed that there might not be anything good behind this.
"If you don't want to discuss it..."
"I've already accepted it long ago; there's nothing I can't say."
"You all can go out," Janna Rhoads waved her hand, and her bodyguards left the room.
On Fiona's dining mat, there was a set of cutleries. She weirdly thought, with the bodyguards gone, she could use the knife to stab Janna. That would be revenge for her mother, right?
But it was just a thought since she knew who the real culprit was.
"Where should I start?" Fiona muttered to herself, "Let's start from when my grandmother's business had an accident, losing all her savings, selling the caravan, and still owing over seven hundred thousand. Then she suddenly got diagnosed with a terminal illness?"
In a short sentence, Janna frowned deeply upon hearing it.
"The debts kept piling up every day, my grandmother's condition worsened quickly, and at that time, I was just a college student. The meager money I earned from part-time jobs wasn't even enough for my grandmother's daily medication."
Fiona paused for a moment.
"Just when I thought that dying with my grandmother would be acceptable, Darwin appeared. His beloved, after his accident left him unconscious, married into the royal family of a certain European country. As for me, I was fortunate enough to bear a resemblance to his first love."
Janna’s face turned grim. She thought that Darwin cared so much for Fiona because he truly liked her. But now it doesn’t seem so. Was Fiona just a substitute?
"He spent a fortune to buy me and sought many doctors for my grandmother. Since that day, I have been by his side, mimicking every aspect of his beloved, from actions and behavior to dressing and hairstyle."
"How despicable!" Janna exclaimed angrily. "He clearly didn't see you as a person!"
"He spent all that money just to have me play the role of his beloved, didn't he?"
"Well, you won't play that role anymore!" Janna said sternly. "When we go back this time, you'll come with me. Don't stay by his side anymore. Let him find someone else to replace you!"
Fiona felt gratified by Janna’s anger. Good. For now, I am merely a junior. If you can be this angry with me already, think about the day when you find out that I am your granddaughter. All this anger will turn into your own torment.
"But let's not dwell on this," Fiona lowered her eyelids.
"Now, I am the only one left. It doesn't matter where I stay."
"Have you ever considered looking for your father?" Janna hesitated and asked.
Fiona seemed to find it quite amusing. "Grandma Rhoads, are you joking? Why would I go and find him? To kill him?"
Janna instantly froze. An eerie feeling crept up her spine. Come to think of it, did Jane ever mention the events of that year to her granddaughter? Could she be harboring the same hatred towards her own father and grandmother as Fiona does?
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