Chapter 1333: Chapter 1333

Chapter 1333:

“Don’t call me dad because I am not your father!” Samson’s voice was harsh, tinged with disgust, as if the words were forced through his nose.

Amidst the chaos, Serena intervened, her voice shaky as she asked, “So, you’re saying you’re infertile, and the three children are all Brinley had with other men?”

Samson responded with a nonchalant grunt of affirmation.

A realization shattered Serena’s composure. It dawned on her that none of the four children were Samson’s biological children. Her past ordeal stemmed from his fear of Carlos. She stood motionless, her eyes lifeless, staring vacantly at the unfolding scene. “Why? Why would you do this to…

Samson, hearing her question, turned detached, a cruel smirk forming on his face. “You should blame Brinley. The night you discovered her affair with Carlos, she went and found someone to manipulate your mind. Fearing the manipulation wasn’t perfect, Brinley soon began scheming to push you out of the Fletcher family. Ultimately, your departure from the Fletcher family was Brinley’s doing. Did you really think an eight-year-old like Paulina could be so cunning?”

With the truth now exposed, Samson no longer felt the need to conceal his knowledge.

Serena felt as if she were being stabbed by thousands of needles. She clutched her head, overwhelmed by pain, as if blood were flowing from her very soul. The Fletcher family had long been a thorn in her side. Despite a decade away and her claims of having moved on, memories of her time with the Fletcher family still haunted her nights.

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In the past, Serena had repeatedly wondered if blood connections truly mattered more. But now, she learned that the roots of her anguish were not even tied to blood. How utterly ironic! Alina was right. She really was a pushover. Despite the Fletcher family’s mistreatment, she still clung to a faint hope.

“Serena!” Patrick, who was nearest, quickly moved to support her. But Serena pushed him aside and grabbed a gun from his belt, advancing step by step toward Brinley. Her hand shook wildly as she aimed the gun. “Why? Tell me why? I may not be your biological daughter, but I’ve called you Mom for so long. Why be so heartless?” Serena’s voice broke with the pain, and she forgot to even load the weapon.

“Why wouldn’t I be? You’re just an abandoned child who’s worth nothing.” Brinley looked back unflinchingly, even facing potential death. “Had you not discovered my affair with Carlos, I could have left with him long ago.”

Her confession was cut short by a loud slap. Samson stormed in, delivering a kick to Brinley’s abdomen, and then struck her, raining down blows. “You slut, dreaming of running off with Carlos? I’ll beat you to death!”

Harlee had subtly eased her grip, allowing the furious Samson to intervene. After all, there was a certain entertainment in watching them destroy each other. She approached slowly, took Serena’s hand, and gently removed the gun, whispering, “Serena, calm down.”

The soothing effect of Harlee’s words was almost magical. Serena, previously distraught, found a moment of clarity. The intensity of her hatred visibly lessened. She knew it was time to finally break free from her foolish past.

“If you’re looking to settle things, then let’s do it the right way!” Desperation had taken hold of Serena. As she pointed the gun at Brinley and Samson, her eyes, red and weary, never left them. She readied the gun once more, her hand shaking as she was about to pull back the hammer.

Initially, a fierce determination had fueled Serena, but as she aimed the gun again, that fire dimmed. She came to the realization that arguing was futile. They would never acknowledge their wrongdoing. In her mind, the only closure to her past now was their death.

Harlee cast a look at Patrick.

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