Chapter 372

Mrs. Maskelyne slapped Poppy hard across the face.

Poppy looked at her with humiliation, but stubbornly kept her tears from

falling.

She had always known that she was the young lady of the Maskelyne

family on the outside, but Mrs. Maskelyne had only cared about her two

birth daughters.

She and James were no better than a dog in the Maskelyne family,

because both she and James were children of Tyrell and the maids.

"Bastard! Without the Maskelyne family, think you can study aboard

and live a rich life? It's time for you to repay the Maskelyne family for

raising you all these years."

Mrs. Maskelyne cupped Poppy's chin. "You have to sleep with Mr. King

tonight or I will kill you!"

Poppy shook her head in horror as her eyes widened. Although she

couldn't hear what Mrs. Maskelyne was saying, her intuition told her

that it was definitely nothing good.

She choked, "Madam, I can't hear ... I can't hear anything.”

She handed over the pen and paper with trembling hands.

A trace of mockery flashed through Mrs. Maskelyne's eyes. She took

the paper and pen and wrote down some words.

When Poppy looked clearly at what was written on the paper.

She went pale.

“You are now a deaf. Since you still have some use, you sleep with Mr.

King tonight! Mr. King promised to invest 300 million in the lab. Now it's

time for you to support your father's career.”

“No, I don't want ..." Poppy's chest was heaving. She reached out to

grab the hem of Tyrell's shirt, raising her teary eyes to look at Tyrell's

cold and hostile face, "Dad, please, don't... don't let me sleep with Mr.

King. I have a movie to shoot to make money now. I'll give you all the

money I've earned. Don't..."

“You have no choice! The Maskelyne family has raised you for so many

years, and you want to do nothing in return? It's time for you to repay

us!" Mrs. Maskelyne wrote quickly on the paper, "You're deaf now.

What else can you do? It's good enough that someone still wants you!"

"You're a piece of shit!"

Tyrell coldly pushed Poppy's hand away, and Poppy fell onto the bed,

feeling weak.

It was like pouring ice water over her head on a summer day. The icy

chill ate into her bones..

Her parents did not hesitate to push her to the abyss for money's sake.

She murmured, "Franklin has money ... Can't he take out 300 million?"

"Mr. King is very interested in our research. He's my partner. Since I

can use his money, why should I use Maskelyne Group's money? It can

be saved to do more things!" Mrs. Maskelyne wrote again on the paper.

"Do you think your brother will get you the money? Do you think you

are really worth 300 million? You're a loser. How could your brother

possibly spend money for you?"

Poppy felt herself too naive.

What was she? She and Franklin were half siblings ...Franklin had

been nice enough to her all these years!

"Yes ... Franklin and I are half siblings. He has been kind enough to

me."

Poppy was so painful that she was almost unable to breathe.

"You're wrong. He's not your father's son at all. He's not even related to

you." Mrs. Maskelyne cupped Poppy's chin and stared at her sharply,

holding up the paper. "You have nothing but this pretty face.”

Franklin was not related to her?

"How could it be possible? You're lying! You're lying! How could my

brother not be related to me?"

Poppy's head went blank.

How could ...

Franklin was not her brother?

Franklin, who sheltered her, turned out to be unrelated to her.

Did that mean that Sylvia would have nothing to do with her in the

future?

Because she could no longer be Sylvia's rightful sister-in-law.

Tears fell down her cheeks.

She cried out in pain, her heart filled with great sorrow, but she could

not bear it at all.

"300 million! No one can offer it for you, so be a good girl and sleep

with Mr. King tonight!" Mrs. Maskelyne patted her face and straightened

up proudly.

Just as she finished her words, a cold voice came from behind her.

"300 million! I'll offer it for her!"

The door to the room was opened and the tall, upright man stood in the

doorway, kicking the man in black who was guarding the doorway out

of the way before stepping in.

He was dressed in black, and there was a cold look on his face. "Dad,

Mom, are you here to stimulate Poppy? Does it do any good to you?

Mr. King is 60 years old and old enough to be Poppy's grandfather. You

even want her to sleep with Mr. King?"

"Franklin, who the heck are you? I'm telling you, without the Maskelyne

family, you're nothing. You're just an outcast, a piece of trash who was

expelled from the family by that man!" Mrs. Maskelyne's face was

gloomy, and the contempt for Franklin in her eyes was undisguised.

"The Maskelyne family has nurtured you and given you the control of

the Maskelyne Group, so you really think you are privileged, huh?"

Poppy didn't know what Mrs. Maskelyne had said. She could only see

Mrs. Maskelyne's mouth being opened and closed.

Franklin stood in front of the hospital bed, with his back to Poppy.

She didn't know what Franklin had said. Her world was so silent that

she was on the verge of a breakdown.

She wanted to go crazy and Kill herself!

"No... no... Franklin, don't fight against them for me..."

Poppy could tell from Mrs. Maskelyne's cruel look that Franklin must

have done something to disobey the couple.

Her hands tightly tugged Franklin's arm, “Franklin ... it is not worth it."

"Look, when your sister calls you, don't you feel distressed?"

"What loving brother and sister!"

Tyrell's grim eyes traveled between the siblings.

“I'll offer 300 million. No one can take away my sister," Franklin said

word for word.

If he couldn't even protect his sister, he would not deserve to be

Poppy's brother.

"Franklin, you offered 300 million this time. How much will you offer the

next time?" Tyrell chuckled.

The air seemed to have been frozen.

The young man in the ward had a cold face, a pair of ink-like eyes

staring at the middle-aged man whose face betrayed no emotions.

Franklin had long known that Tyrell was a cold-bloode creature with no

humans’ emotions.

It would be impossible to see the goodness of men in him.

He was more cruel than a beast.

He could be cruel enough to his own daughter as a pawn.

"Dad, I advise you to give up the idea of having Poppy sleep with any

man." Franklin's aura was powerful enough to overshadow Tyrell in

front of him.

Tyrell snickered. "Franklin, you killed my two daughters one after

another, and now you're protecting Poppy and lecturing me? You are in

position to do that! If it wasn't for you, would Taryn be dead? You and

Sylvia are responsible for her death!"

"My poor Makena ... fell off the cliff ..." Mrs. Maskelyne couldn't help but

let out a low cry, "Franklin, what exactly do we owe you? What does the

Maskelyne family owe to you? How can you kill Makena!"

Franklin's head felt like being hammered by someone with a heavy

hammer!

It buzzed.