Chapitre 82: DNA test

"But still..."

Lowering her head, Nesta lets out a mutter. Her face buries in perplexity. The uncertain expression takes place. "My mom has done everything she could to help me. I don't think she is the one behind my problems. In fact, you are the real root of troubles, Verena Laurel"

Her gaze lifts to meet mine. I can see the hatred gleaming in her gaze. Sounds like her brain still works a bit. "Crawl back to your hideout and turn blind eye on your dear mother's fault then" I shrug. "I will deliver the message to Damian that you have agreed to divorce" I flash a beam.

And I walk towards the car while Nesta stands there with her gaze lowered. Thoughts seem to be wavering on her mind a lot so that she does not know what to do at the current. "Fool, whatever you choose, I will regain the clan" Shaking my head, I drive off from the mansion.