Chapter 478 Zelda's Mad Revenge
Annabelle put down the glass of water and suddenly felt a sharp pain in her stomach.
Sweat formed on her forehead as she crouched down, unable to stand. "What did you put in the water?"
Claire was already freaking out. "Whose child did you say this is?"
Daniel and Serena had frozen the embryo back then, so the baby in Annabelle's womb was indeed her grandchild.
"It hurts. My stomach hurts so much," Annabelle groaned, curled up on the floor.
"Someone, get help! Take her to the hospital, quick! Call 911!" Claire shouted, panicking and calling for the maid.
Howard rushed in, looking serious. "What's going on?"
"My stomach hurts, Dad. She put something in the water," Annabelle said, pale but still accusing Claire.
Claire tried to defend herself. "Don't talk nonsense."
Howard glanced at Claire, then at the glass on the table.
"She doesn't want the baby to be born. I want to call the police and have that water tested," Annabelle said, sweating and soon staining her dress with blood.
"Did you do this?" Howard picked up the glass, looked at it, and slapped Claire.
Claire, feeling guilty, covered her face with reddened eyes. "I thought her child was someone else's."
"Fool!" Howard cursed, signaling the butler to take Annabelle to the hospital quickly.
At the Harper family home, Zelda had prepared a table full of dishes and sat quietly.
"Zelda can even cook now," Amanda said with a smile.
"If she had been this obedient earlier, she would have married Henry and become the president's wife of SHC Group by now," Thomson snorted, indifferent.
Zelda stayed silent, maintaining a stiff smile.
"Shall we eat first?" Amanda quickly changed the subject.
"Let's wait for Annabelle," Zelda said, still smiling.
They waited for hours, but Annabelle didn't return.
Thomson made a phone call and came back with a stern face. "No need to wait; let's eat. She went to the hospital."
Zelda responded with an "Oh." "That's really a pity."
"What?" Amanda didn't hear clearly.
Zelda smiled, got up, and served her parents a bowl of soup. "You've worked hard," she said.
Thomson remained silent, his face stern.
After a while, he spoke, "You two sisters must stick together. Only by being united can you maximize your interests."
Seeing Zelda stay silent, Thomson spoke again, "Now she's the daughter-in-law of the Douglas family and cares more about reputation. You should stay home for a while. After this period, your mother and I will find you a good match."
Zelda kept smiling, neither agreeing nor refusing.
"Yes, Zelda, listen to your dad. We're doing this for you," Amanda said, sipping the soup and nodding. "It's not bad; it tastes very good. You should try the soup your daughter made."
Thomson also took a sip and nodded. "After you get married, you must behaved well. You should know that you and Annabelle are different. She married into a wealthy family and didn't have to do these chores, but you have a bad reputation, so you need to do more to make your husband's family like you and restore the Harper family's reputation."
Zelda's fingers turned white from gripping too hard, but she smiled and nodded. "Okay."
"Zelda, this time she sent you to the mental hospital because she had no choice. Otherwise, online public opinion would continue. So, you must not let it slip outside. Remember: You do have a mental illness, understand?" Amanda reminded Zelda.
"They need to solidify this mental illness claim, or else all their past actions won't be covered up," Zelda thought, feeling a chill in her heart.
Her parents and that so-called sister seemed strange and terrifying. They didn't care about her suffering in the mental hospital; they just wanted to label her as mentally ill to save the Harper family's reputation.
"Dad, Mom, do you know what a mental hospital is like?" Zelda asked with a smile.
Thomson and Amanda exchanged glances but said nothing.
"I'm not crazy. I cried and begged them to let me go, but to make me look insane, they tied me up, injected me, forced medicine down my throat, beat me, gave me psychological suggestions, and made me do things I didn't want to do. If I didn't comply, they would beat me. If I didn't obey, they would use all kinds of methods to torture me, even taking pleasure in it," Zelda said, still smiling.
Thomson frowned, clearly unable to listen any longer. "Enough, stop talking about this. If you hadn't gone against Annabelle, almost ruining her and the entire Harper family, we wouldn't have been so heartless to send you there."
"Yes, Zelda, don't Mom and Dad for being ruthless. What you did was wrong and had a terrible impact. You almost harmed your sister. We sent you there to help you change your temper and character," Amanda added.
"When I was engaged to Henry, you didn't say these things to me. You said I was naturally straightforward and candid, and no matter what trouble I caused, you said I was always right," Zelda said, looking puzzled.
They had put her on a pedestal, giving her no sense of right or wrong, allowing her to trample on others' dignity with impunity, and then applauded her for it. All because she was Henry's fiancée, the future wife of the president of SHC Group.
"That was because you were Henry's fiancée. No matter what happens, the Patrick family would take responsibility. But you couldn't keep Henry, and now you want to blame us," Thomson said, slapping the table. "If you have grievances, cut ties with the family and go out on your own."
Zelda smiled sweetly, got up, and served soup to Thomson and Amanda. "Let's eat. It's really a pity that Annabelle can't join us."
Zelda propped her head on her hand, watching them eat.
Thomson and Amanda took a few bites but found they had no appetite. "You eat too. Why are you just watching us?"
Zelda just smiled. "I had planned for us to have one last good meal together, but since Annabelle isn't here, I won't eat. I'll wait for her."
Thomson snorted, putting down his fork. "Fine, I'm done eating."
As he got up to leave, he suddenly felt a severe stomach cramp.
Amanda, seeing that something was wrong with Thomson, quickly got up to support him. "What's wrong?"
Thomson's face turned pale from the pain, and cold sweat poured down.
Amanda, just about to help Thomson sit down, also felt a sharp pain and collapsed to the floor. "It hurts so much."
Zelda stood up with a smile. "Mom, Dad, I'm really sorry. I'm not very good at cooking."
Amanda, whose health was already poor, began to vomit black blood.
Thomson looked at Zelda in shock. "You're crazy! What did you put in the food?"
"The people at the mental hospital said this is for disobedient people," Zelda said, her eyes filled with madness and stubbornness, holding the medicine and smiling.
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