Chapter 819 - Cruel Past
The Formidable Son-In-Law: The Charismatic Lucas Gray
What Florence said made Lucas feel some sympathy for her, and he quietly listened to her continue.
âAfter giving Cheyenne away to someone else to raise, I had no choice but to return to the Howards in DC.
âBut my father was furious at me for leaving my family for that man, so I knelt in front of his door for two days and two nights, begging him to forgive me. Only when my knees were bleeding did he finally agree to see me.
âHowever, he told me that if I wanted the family to accept me again, I had to contribute to the family by marrying a man from the Lambert family, a top family in DC.n/ô/vel/b//in dot c//om
âAt the time, I had been betrayed by the man I loved, and my heart was practically dead. I no longer had any hope for all men in the world, so it didnât make any difference to me who I married.
âSo I agreed to the marriage alliance and married into the Lamberts without hesitation.
âBut after doing so, I found out that things werenât as simple as I thought. The man I married had violent tendencies. He was a domestic abuser and an alcoholic, and he would hit me and insult me at every turn. My life was a living hell!
âI tried my best to endure it, and I did everything I could to help that man take control of the Lambert family. But the night he did, I killed him! And then I took over everything!â
Florence sniffled. While she recalled the past, her face seemed to be full of misery.
Lucasâs eyebrows twitched. Florence had actually killed her husband with her own hands. She was indeed ruthless.
âBack then, I seemed to have reached the peak of my life. I had all the power and wealth of the Lamberts. No one would hit me, verbally abuse me, and bully me again. I thought my life would remain this way forever. But when the truth came out, everything was so cruel and bloody!
âYou probably canât believe that my life was completely controlled by my father!
âEverything from my marriage to controlling the Lambert family was within my fatherâs plan.
âAnd you know what? My father was the reason my husband treated me so terribly and abused me every other day. My father told my husband everything about my relationship with the man I loved and even showed him some intimate photos! Thatâs why he couldnât tolerate me!
âAnd all the people I trusted around me were sent to my side by my father. Their purpose was to confuse me and persuade me to gain control of everything of the Lamberts before turning their wealth and assets into the Howardsâ property!
âE-everything I did was within my fatherâs plan. I was just his pawn!
âThatâs how my father treated me and made use of me, his biological daughter. Scary, isnât
it?â
The expression on Florenceâs face twisted into a grimace of contempt and extreme pain.
She was mocking those years of her life.
âAnd the sad thing is that this isnât the end and the entire truth.
âLater, because of my control over the Lamberts, my father symbolically gave me some power to make it up to me.
âBut I never imagined that I would inadvertently discover something extremely terrifying!
âIt turned out that the man I loved, Drew Cruise, didnât actually abandon me when I was pregnant!
âAfter learning that I was pregnant, he didnât want me to continue living in the small and messy rental room and give birth to our child there. Moreover, we eloped without taking our ID, so we couldnât get a marriage certificate, and our child would be born out of wedlock.
âSo he quietly went to the Howards alone, hoping to convince my father to let us be together openly, but my father killed him!
âNo wonder Drew left without returning. I waited for him in the rental room for a long time, thinking that he had abandoned me and the baby in my womb. I hated him for so long! But I was wrong!
âHe didnât abandon me and our baby. He went to beg my father for our sake, but my father killed him!â
âWhen I learned about this, the sky collapsed on me! Iâve never felt so hopeless and regretful!â
Seemingly unable to bear that pain any longer, Florence broke down and burst into tears.
Lucas was stunned and unable to speak.
He could sense that Florence wasnât faking her breakdown and that she wasnât lying about what she just said.
The truth was actually so cruel that even though Lucas was just an outsider, he could sense her suffocating despair and agony.
The Howards, one of the eight most powerful families in DC, actually had such a filthy and dark past.
But at the same time, Lucas couldnât help thinking about himself and his mother.
Back then, when he and his mother were driven out of the Huttons and left to fend for themselves on the streets, didnât he also experience this filth and darkness? His mother had been seriously ill, but when he went to the Huttons for help, they had mercilessly rejected him.
After crying for a long while, Florence finally calmed down and stared at Lucas with her red and swollen eyes full of tears.
âLucas, the reason Iâm telling you this is that I want you to sympathize with me and pity me. To be honest with you, I need your help now. Only with your help can I take control of the Howard family and completely free myself from my fatherâs control!â Florence looked at Lucas expectantly.
Lucas saw her determination, hatred, and ambition in her eyes.
The fact that her life had always been in her fatherâs hands and that her father had killed her lover was why she pursued greater power. She wanted to overthrow the person controlling her fate.
It was indeed an undeniable goal.
Lucas could indeed give her a lot of help in attaining this goal.
But he didnât want to help her.
âI can see your hatred for your father in your eyes, but I donât see any guilt and love for Cheyenne,â Lucas said with disappointment. âWhat happened to you is indeed tragic, but Cheyenne didnât do anything wrong. I thought youâd feel a little guilty and sorry toward your daughter, whom you had wrongfully hated for years, almost killed, and even gave up for adoption after learning the truth.
âBut I canât see anything from your eyes.â
âMaybe Cheyenne is just a pawn to you too. You want to use her as a tool to rope in people so that they can take revenge for you. You must have tried to make Cheyenne marry the Master of California because of this!â
âBut Cheyenne somehow married me, and I happened to be the one you were looking for.
âYou actually donât love Cheyenne at all. And you still hate her, donât you?â
Lucas kept his sharp eyes fixed on Florence. What he said made her heart skip a beat.