shuhaige
Chapter 52
Chapter 52
Chapter 52 Ashley Was Not the Biological Child of the Conner Family
After saying goodbye to Captain Lucas, I left the police station. Walter kept looking at me, without
saying a word.
I originally thought he would ask something, but unexpectedly, he remained silent. NôvelDrama.Org holds © this.
It was I who couldn’t help but look at him and say, “Thank you for today.” If it weren’t for his reminder to
call the police, given my hatred for Owen, I would have definitely rushed up. With my limited abilities,
the likely outcome would have been a repeat of what happened five years ago. And I, I probably
wouldn’t have had the same luck as five years ago to return to my country.
He ignored me, just looking at me and saying, “Tabatha, how did you escape five years ago?”
I was taken aback for a moment, meeting his inquisitive gaze. For a moment, I almost blurted it out, but
thankfully, Carley’s words reminded me. I steadied my emotions and said, “It was the police who saved
me. You heard what Captain Lucas said earlier, they went through a lot of hardships to find me.”
He pursed his lips, his dark eyes narrowing slightly as he looked at me and said, “Is that so? Then what
did those words you spoke with Ashley in the side yard mean?”
Side courtyard!
I remembered, that day when I went to the old house to get something, I seemed to have said that
Ashley was a fake. I had resentment in my heart at that time, so I deliberately said these things to
provoke Ashley, and also deliberately made Walter suspicious.
I pursed my lips, indifferently saying, “What could it possibly mean?
It’s nothing more than my nonsense. Besides, if Mr. Hinton has doubts,
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why doesn’t he find someone to check how long Ashley actually stayed at the border five years ago?”
He furrowed his brows, his expression gloomy as he said, “I trust her, there’s no need for these
pointless efforts. Since you’re talking nonsense, you better watch your mouth in the future.”
After speaking, he left directly.
Watching his figure receding into the distance, I felt somewhat dazed. Human nature, it’s not something
to be casually tested.
Walter indeed had feelings for me, but they couldn’t compare to those he had for Ashley. I knew very
well that if I ever had a conflict with Ashley, he would choose Ashley without hesitation.
This kind of emotion, perhaps even if one day he knew, the person who had suffered with him in the
water dungeon five years ago, and who had fled with him all the way, was me, he would not easily let
go of Ashley. After all, they had truly loved each other once.
Swallowing the bitterness in my heart, I took a deep breath and made a silent decision to expedite the
divorce.
the Conner family.
When I came back, my mother was sitting in the hall, lost in thought. After my father left, she had been
like this. Hearing the noise, she looked over at me.
His gaze was somewhat awkward as he asked, “Tabatha, is Walter alright?”
I shook my head, soothingly saying, “It’s okay, it’s just a little skin wound, it’s not a big deal. I’ve already
been discharged from the hospital, so don’t worry.”
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After hearing these words, she finally nodded and breathed a sigh of relief.
Looking at her, I hesitated for a few seconds, but couldn’t help asking, “Mom, why did you scold my
sister like that in the cemetery?” The situation was too chaotic at the time, I didn’t ask my mother what
those words meant. Now that it’s just the two of us, I finally asked.
She paused for a moment, her gaze flickering as she looked at me, as if she didn’t know how to speak
to me for a moment.
This question, I originally just asked casually, but her reaction made me increasingly puzzled. I opened
my mouth and said, “Mom, are you hiding something from me?”
Mother pursed her lips, bowing her head in silence for a good while. before she pulled me to sit on the
sofa, took a slight breath and said, “Tabatha, she is not your sister.”
I was stunned for a moment, unable to grasp my mother’s meaning for a while, “Mom, what do you
mean she’s not my sister?”
My mother patted my hand and sighed, “Ashley is not your father’s and my biological child. Twenty-five
years ago, your father and I were on a business trip when we saw Ashley lying on the side of the road.
That year, there was heavy snow in the south, and she was half-buried in the snow. If I hadn’t spotted
her, she might have frozen to death. Seeing a four or five-year-old child lying in the snow like that was
just too pitiful, so we took her to the hospital.”
At this point, my mother changed her tone and said, “It was only later that we found out she had
smallpox and had been abandoned by her parents on the side of the road to fend for herself. In those
days, life was cheap, especially for girls, who were not favored. When her parents heard that it would
cost money to treat her, they just threw her out. Seeing her so pitiful, I begged your father to pay for her
treatment.
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The original plan was to let her find her parents, but after some inquiries, we found out that her father
had been arrested for some crime and her mother had run away with her brother. No one knew where
they had gone. She was a poor little girl, and your father suggested sending her to an orphanage. But
by then, she understood a bit about what was going on and clung to my hand, refusing to let go. I
couldn’t help but soften and brought her home.”