Cannot Bear To Let Go Of My Rich Wife
Chapter 617 - 635: I Choose to Like You (8)

Chapter 617: Chapter 635: I Choose to Like You (8)

"So? Won’t hand it over?"

Isabel Smith’s lips tightened, her tone suddenly becoming calm: "Evelyn Osbert, I’m not a fool. If I delete the photo, will you actually tell me the truth?"

"You’re wrong, Isabel Smith. I will tell you the truth!" Evelyn stared into Isabel’s eyes, and after a long while, she finally understood that she couldn’t escape death this time. She and Isabel were destined to be natural enemies, never friends for even a moment. Negotiating with her was a humiliation. Naturally, she wouldn’t tell her the whereabouts of her child either. They were the kind of people who, when they hated someone, hated them with all their might, preferring to die as jade than live as a tile.

Yes, to die as jade, not as a tile.

If Isabel vowed to kill her this time, then so be it, she wouldn’t let Isabel live happily either.

"Because, Isabel Smith, only by telling you the truth can I make you thoroughly miserable and sad!"

Evelyn’s look suddenly became excited as she leaned close to Isabel and said softly: "Isabel Smith, your child was indeed taken away by me. You didn’t even get a chance to see if your child was a boy or a girl, did you?"

She had considered posing as Raymond Thompson’s mother to get close to Percy Stanton. She even thought about using Isabel’s hair for a DNA test and then taking the results to Percy.

But she rejected all those methods.

They were too risky.

Because once a new DNA test was done, the truth would be revealed naturally.

However, she can’t take the child to approach Percy. She can, however, create smoke screens and irritate Isabel.

"Isabel Smith, I’m not telling you whether your child is male or female, but I’m telling you whether your child is alive or dead!"

Isabel was staring at Evelyn’s eyes, her anger cooling in a moment. She had a vague idea of what Evelyn would say next.

"Isabel Smith, your child was killed by me!" Evelyn curled her lips, uttering slowly to Isabel: "Dead."

As she finished speaking, she suddenly raised her head and laughed: "I gave you the child, so in the end, I let him die!"

"Isabel Smith, you must be mad with rage, right? But so what? Your child was born in the United States. They were taken by me as soon as they landed. Their registration wasn’t completed yet when I threw them into the sea. In these six years, have you been thinking about your child every day, wanting to find your child back? I tell you, Isabel Smith, your child has long been fed to the fish in the sea. Go find them there."

"Smack—"

Before Evelyn finished speaking, Isabel raised her hand and slapped her hard across the face.

Evelyn twisted her head, raised her hand to touch her aching face, and continued to laugh: "Hit me. If you have the ability, kill me; killing me won’t bring back your child. If you kill me, you’ll have to pay for my life. It’s better this way - you can keep your dead child company in the netherworld!"

"Smack—" without a word, Isabel raised her hand and slapped Evelyn’s face again.

But her body began to tremble more and more violently.

What nonsense was she talking about, saying her child was dead? How could her child be dead?

The more Isabel thought about it, the more aggrieved she felt. She clenched her teeth and hit Evelyn’s face several more times in succession.

Her strikes became more ruthless and heavier with each slap.

It was as if she wanted to kill Evelyn on the spot—merciless!

But still, Isabel felt it wasn’t enough. Even though she kept telling herself not to believe Evelyn’s words, deep down, she was still afraid. She feared what she said was true.