Filed To Story: Returning to Her Not-So-Poor Family
He had never asked her for anything before, and the one time he did need her help, she refused.
Martin was dumbstruck, unable to comprehend why Mirabella would do something like this. Why was she so intent on exposing Serena’s true colors?
“I caught someone,” Mirabella paused before continuing, “He confessed that it was he who pushed Florence down the stairs, and he orchestrated the car accident as well.”
“What are you saying?” Martin’s grip on his phone faltered, his whole world seemed to implode at the revelation.
He had thought that his mother’s supposed suicide was a result of his stubborn decision to get engaged to Serena. It never crossed his mind that Serena could have orchestrated such a vicious act.
And his sister’s car accident. He had always thought it was just a tragic mishap, especially since the traffic cameras had caught Jennifer’s truck driver dozing off, leading to the crash.
But Fitch had just revealed that the driver had been drugged, indicating that the accident was premeditated.
Given Mirabella’s straightforward nature, she had no reason to lie to him. She must have concrete evidence to make such claims.
But why would Serena do such things? There was no deep-seated hatred between her and Martin’s mother or sister. If there was any, it was only because his family didn’t support their union. Was that enough for her to harbor such resentment and resort to murder?
“It gets worse. Serena also hired a hitman to kill me, thinking she could use Yolanda to do her dirty work. But she didn’t anticipate that her accomplice would spill everything,” Mirabella stated, her voice calm. “What floor is Florence on?”
“The sixteenth.” Martin was still reeling from the shock, struggling to process everything.
Soon enough, Mirabella arrived on the sixteenth floor.
“Mirabella.” Martin hadn’t expected her to arrive so quickly. A mix of gratitude and guilt washed over him.
She could have easily turned a blind eye, but she didn’t!
Just then, the doctor issued another critical condition notice, and the young nurse reluctantly approached Martin with the form to sign.
As she rushed over, she caught sight of Mirabella and exclaimed with joy, “Ms. Bella?”
Mr. Cooper managed to bring in the big guns?
With her here, it seemed the form didn’t need signing after all…
“How is Florence doing?” Mirabella asked as she followed the nurse towards the operating room.
The nurse shared all the information she had and led Mirabella to get changed into a sterile surgical gown.
As Martin watched Mirabella’s retreating figure enter the OR, not only did a weight lift from his shoulders, but Fitch also let out a sigh of relief.
As long as Mirabella was here, there was no one she couldn’t save!
Meanwhile, Serena, seated in a wheelchair, came out of the ulolee room, rane WUAiternplation, she decided to return to the estate.
Firstly, she didn’t want to stay and give Martin any chance to plead with her.
Secondly, she feared that Martin might secretly find her hidden phone at the estate and hand it over to Mirabella.
Watching the girl he once adored, Martin’s emotions tangled into a complex knot.
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But Serena seemed afraid of her own softening heart, her demeanor frosty as she said, “Go get some fresh air.”
“Rushing back to the manor to stash your phone away, huh?” Martin didn’t crouch in front of her as he used to when they talked.
His tone was strange, tinged with a mix of sarcasm and disbelief.
Serena didn’t have time to ponder his words; all she wanted was to get out of there as quickly as possible.
“I told you, I’d give you anything, anything but that phone.” Serena turned her face away, refusing to look at him, her expression resolute.
Martin, gazing at the face he once loved to the marrow, swallowed his sorrow and asked, “What about your life? Would you give that too?”
“Martin!” Serena, sensing his unreasonable turn, snapped back. “If Mirabella demanded my life, would you hand me over? Is my life so worthless to you? Would you trade my life for your mother’s and sister’s?”
“You just said you’d give anything but the phone.” Disappointment and a chill seeped into Martin’s voice, realizing her words might have been hollow.
Yet, as if holding onto a thread of hope, he prodded, “The doctor said Mom won’t last two hours. Can you really bear to watch her die? Mirabella said she could save two lives as long as you give her the phone.”
Serena, unaware that Mirabella was in the OR saving Florence, snapped impatiently, “Martin, can you not? I’ve said it a thousand times, it’s not happening. I’m not giving her the phone!”
Fitch, egging them on from the sidelines, retorted, “If it wasn’t for Martin saving you back then, you’d be six feet under! He’s sacrificed so much for you, faced utter betrayal, and you can’t hand over a lousy phone?”
“What do you know?” Serena had never liked Fitch, “If you’re so capable, you help!”
As Serena stubbornly wheeled herself away, Martin finally let out a bitter, mocking laugh.
If Mirabella hadn’t come, would he have been left to sign the critical condition notice, helplessly watching his mother and sister die?
“Till tell you this, if it were you in there, Martin would trade his life for yours in a heartbeat. Before his last breath, he’d make sure everything’s set for you—someone to care for you, money to spend, a life of ease.” Fitch’s words didn’t sway Serena, nor stir any semblance of conscience in her.
Serena, out of patience, maneuvered her wheelchair and was ready to leave.
“Why did someone push my mom down the stairs?” Martin finally blurted out.
Not just Serena, but everyone present was taken aback!
What?
Florence hadn’t jumped to her death?
The culprit was the person in the wheelchair?
“Why set up a car accident to kill my sister?” Martin’s eyes reddened.
Serena, her mind a whirlwind of chaos, seemed uneasy.
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His voice was too loud, and as Serena raised her eyes, she saw his brimming with tears.
He seemed so disappointed in her, the emotion in his eyes mirroring that of Kenneth and Louisa back in the day.
“What are you rambling about?” Serena staunchly denied it, though a part of her felt guilt.
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His voice echoed down the corridor. Not only did Fitch hear it, but also the servants, the bodyguards—all of them heard it.
“No!” Serena shouted back, equally loud.
She was a seasoned liar by now, her expression filled with anger and indignation, as if it was Martin forcing a confession from her and she were innocent.
Martin laughed, a sad, self-deprecating sound, and tears fell. “Knowing me as you do, do you think I’d ask these questions without solid evidence?”
Looking into her eyes, he asked with utter disappointment, “After everything, you still won’t tell the truth?”
“Who’s been feeding you these lies?” Serena gambled, convinced Martin was trying to trap her. Her eyes reddened as she insisted, “Do you believe strangers over me?”
Martin’s laugh was even more bitter. Before, he’d been fooled by that pitiful, wronged facade of hers.
Mistakenly thinking she was pure, innocent.
“Let’s call off the engagement,” Martin suddenly stated. “You really don’t belong in our family.”
“What do you mean?” Serena’s face instantly turned sour.
They were speaking in the hospital corridor. Although the nurses and patients in other rooms were discreet enough not to eavesdrop, there were still several servants and bodyguards, and Fitch nearby, watching and listening to it all.
Martin didn’t care about her feelings at all, announcing the breakup in public.
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