Chapter 147
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Mariela has seen how Haleigh’s stepmother treated her all these years, but she couldn’t get past the barrier in her heart and has never been able to accept this stepmother.
Lauryn sobbed uncontrollably and stood up to bow to Mariela, “I’m sorry, Marie. I was wrong, I shouldn’t have lied and accused you. I’m sorry…” Bella sighed, “Oh, Mariela, Lauryn did indeed do something wrong, but she has already apologized to you. Please forgive her.”
Mariela frowned.
How did she feel that Bella’s tone was somewhat impatient?
From her tone, she didn’t forgive, is it that she doesn’t know what’s good for her?
Mariela was about to speak when Lennon beat her to it, “Grandma, what are you saying? Whether to forgive or not is Mariela’s decision, and no one should interfere with her.”
Bella looked displeased and said, “Lenny, are you blaming me?”
“No,” Lennon said indifferently, “I just wanted you not to put pressure on Mariela.”
Mariela saw Lennon arguing with Bella for her, without hesitation, she immediately spoke up,“Alright, alright, I forgive her.”
After speaking, her gaze lightly drifted towards Lennon, and at the same time, she reached out and held Lennon’s hand, giving it a gentle squeeze, signaling him not to argue with his grandmother.
Lennon received her signal, and the sharpness in her eyes faded away.
Lauryn saw this scene and was so angry that her back teeth were almost crushed.
She tightly clenched her fist, her nails sinking into her flesh.
Mariela, one day, I would make you disappear from this world!
Midnight.
Mariela was woken up by a phone call.
She reached under the pillow and found her phone. She struggled to open her eyes just a little bit and groggily answered the call.
The noisy and bustling sound instantly came through the phone.
Mariela clicked her tongue and moved her phone away, feeling very annoyed.
“Who is it?” She was woken up in the middle of the night and was very annoyed, her tone filled with impatience.
The people over there did not speak.
“Did you speak?”
Still remained silent.
There were only noisy background sounds.
Mariela struggled to open her sleepy eyes and saw the caller ID.
An unfamiliar number.
“Jaime?” she said, not in a friendly tone.
There was finally some movement over there.
Jaime’s voice was hoarse, and he spoke in a drunken tone, “Mariela, I feel so bad. Why won’t you turn around and look at me? I really love you, please just look at me, I feel so terrible.”
Mariela’s anger reached its peak at this moment.
Her sleep quality was originally poor, and she had difficulty falling asleep.
Finally fell asleep, had a beautiful dream, but was abruptly awakened by a phone call from Jaime.
