Chapter 889 Lily, the Struggle of an Exploited Person
"Lily, the Powell family can't protect you. You've come this far, and there's no way back for you now, only the abyss." Jasmine gave Lily a final warning and left with Ethan.
She came today just to see Lily one last time.
The girl, once bullied but still possessing a kind heart, was tragically pushed, step by step, towards her inevitable destruction.
Jasmine knew very well that Lily wouldn't stop now because she couldn't. She had no way back.
The Powell family was a dangerous place, even a woman like Amara, who grew up in competition, was devoured.
Lily was still too naive.
Did she really think she had the ability to control the people in the Powell family?
The ones who truly destroyed the Powell family, Xavier, and Amara, were just using Lily as a pawn.
Lily, what she was doing now was the last struggle of someone being used.
"The Powell family wants to enter the Silverlight City market and secure domestic resources. Lily is a good pawn, with no background and easy to manipulate," Ethan said calmly.
How could Jasmine not know? "She reap what she sow. From now on, we are just enemies."
Lily might have been forced into killing Emily, and initially felt guilt and remorse, but her conscience had now completely succumbed to power and ambition.
She could no longer escape that swamp and mire; she would struggle in it until her death.
After Jasmine and Ethan left, Lily went mad and smashed everything on the table.
She was jealous and envious of Jasmine. She once thought Jasmine was like her, that they shared a mutual understanding. She even thought she had found a soulmate.
But what was the result? Jasmine was the heiress of the Cunningham family, a true wealthy heiress, always protected by someone.
What was Lily?
She had always been like mud trampled underfoot, with no one ever coming to save her.
She could only rely on herself! If she wasn't ruthless, she would be the one to die!
"Jasmine, who are you pretending to be?" Lily laughed, breathing heavily, her eyes burning.
"Without Ethan and the advantages of your Cunningham family background, given your history of being targeted and your child's bullying, I don't believe you'd have achieved anything better than I have."
Lily was jealous of Jasmine's good family. If Jasmine weren't the Cunningham family's heiress and hadn't met Ethan. How well could she live as a fake heiress thrown into prison?
"What did I do wrong? My mistake was having no one behind me!" Lily gripped the cup tightly, the broken glass shards cutting into her palm.
She harbored innocent dreams of rescue, of someone shielding her, providing a stable and loving home. But she was never destined for such a life.
Losing her parents at a young age, her grandfather raised her. Sophia's threats and exploitation, her grandfather's illness, and financial struggles tormented her. She started working at a young age, working until she had nosebleeds but couldn't afford to go to the hospital.
She worked night shifts until dawn, and still studied hard, hoping to leave that village, naively believing that education could change her fate.
At that time, she firmly believed that hard work would definitely pay off.
And indeed, she got into Stanford University after putting in more effort than others. She was proud of herself, working hard to earn money, paying for her tuition, and covering her grandfather's medical expenses.
She thought that going to college was her paradise, that she could change her life.
But reality hit her hard. With the decadence of the big city, she watched as her classmates spent on a bag what she couldn't earn in a year of hard work.
She tutored rich kids, watching their extravagant lives, feeling envious.
But at that time, she never felt jealous. She simply thought that everyone had their own fate. She accepted hers, worked hard, and believed she could carve out her own path.
However, her scholarship was taken by a well-connected classmate, and even her financial aid was taken.
The classmate who got the financial aid came from a family that owned a chain of supermarkets, with a monthly allowance far exceeding the aid, yet they easily got it, while she had to work multiple jobs, sleeping only four or five hours a day.
Finally, she met what she thought was her salvation in a café.
The appearance of a rich boyfriend made her think her life would be changed.
Lily admitted that there was some vanity at play then, but she had no power or influence and didn't dare to resist him.
Living in constant fear and apprehension, she was manipulated and ultimately left devastated.
And it was then that Lily understood the importance of power.
She was like a rag, played with until he was bored, then thrown to scum who abused and tormented her without fear of punishment or the law because they didn't even see her as a person.
A girl from the countryside, with no power or influence, what could she use to fight back?
Their wanton abuse made Lily realize that to avoid being tormented to death, she had to have the power to torment others to death.
She had come this far, ruthless, calculating, and meticulous.
So what?
She was just trying to gain more power.
Even if she lost in the future, even if she fell into the abyss, she would never regret it.
Because she was different from Jasmine, she had no way back and no one behind her.
"Mrs. Powell, Mr. Powell wants you to secure the key project in Silverlight City as soon as possible." The assistant walked in, reminding Lily.
Lily looked at him coldly, with a sarcastic smile.
She had come this far, how could she not know she was just a pawn?
She had been consistently used and exploited throughout her life.
That was her tragedy.
But it didn't matter. To stop being a pawn and become the master, she had to first be a useful pawn.
The real game was yet to come.
Lily had no way back, so she was fearless.
"Tell Kieran Powell, I will get it." Lily stood up straight, released her grip, and let the bloody glass shards fall to the ground.
Before that, she had to go to the hospital to see her old acquaintance, Edward.
This time, the key project in Silverlight City, the Powell family's only competitor, was the Cunningham Group.
And the Cunningham Group was now controlled by Edward.
Hospital, ward.
Edward sat on the bed, nervously clutching the blanket, looking at Hestia with guilt.
He had never been so scared.
Hestia sat by the bed, looking at Edward, not speaking.
Edward, feeling guilty, spoke softly. "Hestia?"
"A depressed mother, a father who loves to whore and never comes home, a mentally challenged brother, a sick older brother, a sister who has suffered greatly, and a broken you?" Hestia spoke through gritted teeth.
Edward covered his face with his hands.
From a theoretical standpoint, it was right.
"Edward, this is fraud. I can sue you." Hestia used her professional demeanor to speak again.
"Honey!" Edward quickly grabbed Hestia's hand. "I was wrong. I didn't mean to deceive you. I said I would introduce you to my family, but you said it wasn't the right time. I was afraid of scaring you, thinking I had ulterior motives, so I had to hide it and get the certificate first. This isn't fraud, right?"
Hestia took a deep breath, about to retort, but Edward, clutching his head injury, looked like he was in real pain, tears almost coming out. "It hurts..."
Hestia quickly got up to check. "I'll call the doctor."
When Edward had the accident, she found out she was worried about him.
"Hestia." Edward took the opportunity to hug Hestia, acting spoiled. "I know I was wrong."
"Edward! You're deceiving me again!" Hestia was very angry.
Before she could argue with Edward, a woman walked into the ward.
It was Lily.
She looked at Hestia with interest and smiled. "Hello, I'm Edward's ex-girlfriend. My name is Lily."
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