Chapter 471



In time, Ruth uncovered the shocking truth. Barth wasn’t Tilda’s biological son but an adopted child. Tilda had taken Barth in from an orphanage and raised him with all she had, never expecting that once he gained wealth, he would abandon her completely.

Tilda took Ruth in out of compassion, feeling a deep sense of responsibility for the young woman’s fate. Despite not sharing any blood ties, Ruth and Tilda became each other’s lifeline, holding on to the fragile bond that was all Ruth had left in the world.

With tears streaming down her face, Ruth choked out, “I know Jenny stole my manuscript. She framed me, but what can I do? My mother is indirectly responsible for her mother’s death. Kallie, do you believe it was my mother’s fault? Should she have just kept quiet?”

Kallie, her heart aching for Ruth, handed Ruth a tissue. She let out a soft sigh, feeling the weight of the tragic circumstances that had shaped Ruth’s life.

“Let me share my thoughts,” Kallie said gently. “If your mother hadn’t spoken up back then, your family would have been harassed relentlessly, and Barth would have continued to manipulate her, using you as leverage.

Your mother might have been driven to despair, or perhaps Barth would have eventually moved on to a new woman. And think about it.

What would Barth’s wife have done if that happened? Given his history as a playboy, it’s hard to believe he hadn’t had other affairs over the years. How do you think his wife managed to cope with that?”

𝕄ØЯE 𝕌PĐΛTΞŞ IИ GΛŁИØVΞŁŞ.ᑕØᗰ Ruth thought back carefully, recalling Barth’s wife’s deteriorating condition during that time. Ruth remembered the day Barth’s wife was rushed to the hospital, and the doctor’s words, spoken in frustration to Barth and Jenny, came to mind.

“I warned you both that her bipolar disorder was severe. How could you let her go to the balcony?”

At the time, Ruth and her mother were too consumed by guilt to fully register the gravity of those words.

“The real villain in this story is Barth, not you,” Kallie continued. “You were deceived, and you didn’t set out to disrupt anyone’s life. You only sought the truth out of desperation. Jenny has wronged you for so long. That should be stopped.”

Ruth looked up at Kallie, her expression dazed. “So, I don’t really owe her anything?”

Kallie offered a reassuring smile. “You never owed her anything.”

Ruth stood up, a moment of clarity washing over her, but then she hesitated and sat back down. “But what’s the point in clearing things up now? The damage is done, and there’s no going back.”

Ruth looked at Kallie with gratitude, her eyes brimming with emotion. “Miss Nixon, thank you for listening. You’re the first person to take my side. And thank you for helping my grandmother with her medical expenses. I don’t know how to express my gratitude. I was so unreasonable to you earlier!”

Overcome with emotion, Ruth bowed her head to Kallie, tears streaming down her face.

Kallie quickly reached out, lifting her back up, her heart aching as she watched Ruth’s tears fall.

Ruth was younger than Kallie, a constant reminder of Sophie to her. Kallie couldn’t shake off her worries. Would Sophie face the same bullying and false accusations when she grew older? What actions would she need to take?

After soothing Ruth’s worries, Kallie shared her strategy. “My plan is for you to return to the Turner Group and continue your work as a designer.”

Ruth was taken aback. “Miss Nixon, maybe you need to reconsider. I don’t think it’s a good idea for me to work for you right now. I’m just not cut out to be a designer at the moment. If I join your team, I’ll just bring you problems.”

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