Chapter 283 No Point in Pretending Anymore
Wren couldn’t believe what she just heard. “Are you serious right now? You can’t just say that.”
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Ruth rolled her eyes. “Why wouldn’t I know who my daughter is? Look at Maia–she’s clueless and not even cute. No way she’s related to me.”
Hearing that made Wren pause. Now that she thought about it, Helen did share Ruth’s features.
It made sense now–back when she worked as a maid for the Somertons, she’d always felt drawn to Helen.
Turns out, Helen had been her actual granddaughter all along.
Ruth then spilled the full story about how the babies got switched.
Wren was excited, but a little nervous too. “When the Somertons find out the truth, they’re not gonna treat Helen the same. They might even come for you.”
But Ruth wasn’t worried at all. “That family isn’t what they used to be. Helen’s better off without them. I’ll take her away myself.”
Wren raised an eyebrow. “It’s not that easy. You’ll need serious cash to pull that off.”
Ruth smiled confidently. “Don’t stress. I’m gonna be loaded!”
She already had 500,000 dollars. Part of it could go into a business, and she’d save the rest.
Her next step? Find Helen a rich guy to marry. After that, life would be smooth sailing.
What Ruth didn’t count on, though, was that someone had already figured out she stole the necklace.
All her hopes were about to crash and burn.
Blake hadn’t brought up the necklace yet because he was thinkin how fragile Caroline was at the
moment.
He figured it was better to wait until all the stuff with Maia got sorted out–Ruth wasn’t about to disappear,
anyway.
In the end, it was Caroline who organized Maia’s funeral. Only she, Blake, and the Somertons were there.
Alaina completely broke down at the gravesite. “My poor girl … I was so blind. I trusted the wrong people, and because of that, you never had a single happy day. Now you’re gone so soon. This is all on me
Edwin stood in silence, eyes locked on the name carved into the stone, his chest aching.
He’d always been torn–part of him believed Maia was his daughter, but another part of him wasn’t
After she passed, he told Alaina to grab a strand of her hair for a DNA test.
The results backed up everything Caroline had said–Maia really was their child.
He just couldn’t wrap his head around how something so cruel had happened to him.
He’d lived honestly, and never stepped on anyone. Why would life deal him such a painful blow?
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Caroline didn’t cry like Alaina, but her grief wasn’t any less.
She stood still in front of the tomb, her head filled with memories of Maia.
Why do kind people die while the bad ones keep going?
It shouldn’t have ended like this.
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Even after everyone else left, she didn’t move. She only stirred when Blake approached and said gently, “It’s about to rain. We should leave.”
Caroline’s voice was barely above a whisper. “You go. I want to stay with her a bit longer.”
Blake didn’t argue. He passed her an umbrella and left.
Instead of returning to work, he made his way straight to Ruth’s place.
When Ruth saw him walk in, her heart jumped.
Was he here because of Caroline?
Trying to stay cool, she forced a smile. “Can I help you with something?”
Blake didn’t waste time. “Give back the necklace you stole from Caroline’s house.”
He already knew it had been sold to a jewelry store and had arranged for them to hold onto it.
He wanted Ruth to get it back herself and hand it over to Caroline.
Ruth’s heart was pounding. She hadn’t expected this visit.
She never saw this coming. Why would Blake show up about the necklace? How could he possibly know she took it from Caroline?
The only one who’d seen her near that storage room was Maia–and she was gone.
Sure he didn’t have proof, Ruth tried to play it cool. “Necklace? No idea what you’re talking about.”
Blake gave her a cold smirk. “You think I’d show up without evidence? That necklace is worth way more than the 500,000 you sold it for: I could call the cops right now, and you’d be behind bars. Think I’m joking?”
The second he mentioned “500,000,” Ruth’s face dropped.
She’d never mentioned the exact amount she got from selling the necklace–not even to her mom.
But somehow, Blake knew. At that point, there was no use pretending anymore.
