She Killed My Ex

Chapter 98 Relatives

Chapter 98 Relatives

Her life seemed to return to normal again.

After work, Marissa shoved all those checks to Caroline.

"Marissa, thank you." Caroline did not refuse. She wanted to hide the money. When Bentley was tired of this game, she would leave here with the money and never come back.

Caroline walked out of Marissa's office and carefully pressed the bag of checks and cash into her handbag.

Caroline whispered, “This is the key to our dream of Gartane Lake. Give me some time, Delores. I will try my best to carry out my promise.”

She thought of Delores's ashes were still stored in the funeral home. “Delores, wait for me! I will take you to Gartane Lake to see the clear blue sky and clouds there!”

Unusually today, Caroline took a taxi after work.

Downstairs in the dormitory, Caroline got out of the taxi, carefully holding her bag in her arms.

After paying off the taxi fare, she walked upstairs without stopping. Còntens bel0ngs to Nô(v)elDr/a/ma.Org

The corridor was quiet. She had been used to the quiet corridor when she came home every night.

While walking, she took out the key. She looked up and saw the two people in front of her door with the dim light shining on them. Jameson was so shocked that she dropped her key to the ground.

Looking at the two people in front of the door, she felt as if time froze.

She opened her mouth, trying to address them, but finally bowed her head and said in a low voice, "Mr. and Mrs. Jameson."

They were her parents. But she could no longer call them.

She hung her head and didn't want them to see how embarrassed she was!

She tried to be calm, but her choked voice betrayed her emotions.

Mrs. Jameson looked at her with red eyes. "Callie, are you alright?" Mrs. Jameson was very beautiful. Though she was not young anymore, she still seemed elegant and gentle.

Caroline's eyes went wet.

The corridor was very quiet, and Caroline did not answer Mrs. Jameson's question.

She hung her head as low as possible, her fingers trembling uncontrollably.

Raymond pulled a long face, fixing his fierce eyes on his daughter. For fear of waking up the neighbors, he didn’t walk over to slap her. In his mind, Caroline was a big disgrace to him.

He thought, “Now she realizes she has humiliated us, hanging her head deeply.”

"Mrs. Jameson," Caroline tried to calm down and her eyes moistened. She did not expect to see her parents again after she was released from prison under such circumstances. "I'm fine," she replied.

"Callie, open the door first. Your dad and I have something to say to you," Mrs. Jameson said.

Caroline couldn’t tell how she felt, or whether she felt happy or sorrowful.

In a disturbed state of mind, she picked up the key on the floor, walked slowly to the door, and opened it.

"Please come in."

Caroline had been keeping her voice low and soft, because she didn't want to sound so embarrassed in front of her parents, even though it was useless.

Raymond and Mrs. Jameson did not find there was something strange about Caroline, but just thought Caroline had caught a cold.

After entering the dormitory, Caroline became a little nervous. "Mr. Jameson, Mrs. Jameson, I'll get you some water."

In a flurry, she put her handbag on the table, and then hurried to the kitchen.

She poured water out of a thermos jug. Looking at the white bowls, she started to regret it. “I should have bought a few glasses in advance.”

A white porcelain bowl in each hand, she walked to the living room. "Mr. and Mrs. Jameson, I didn’t buy glass, but the bowls are clean. You can rest assured."

Mrs. Jameson could not believe her eyes. “Is this really my daughter, the apple of my eye?” she thought in grief.

Caroline walked to the table to put down the bowls. As she raised her head, she froze, and her face changed color instantly. Her handbag on the table was open, revealing several stacks of banknotes and checks!

"Caroline, tell me where the money comes from!"

Raymond's voice of authority shocked Caroline. The bowls in her hands shook violently, causing the hot water to spill out. But Caroline remained still, letting herself be scalded by hot water.

She tried to calm down. "Mr. Jameson, please drink water."

There was a big slap.

Raymond angrily dashed the bowl aside, and the hot water splashed on Caroline's arm and her face and neck!

Her sleeves were all wet through and the hot temperature made Caroline frown.

"Raymond, what are you doing?!" Mrs. Jameson turned pale and hurriedly went to take Caroline's arm. "Callie, let me look at you. Did you get hurt?"

"Camila! Go away! You have indulged her so much. You’ve made her into the person she is today." Raymond pushed Mrs. Jameson away rudely. Mrs. Jameson stumbled and fell to the ground. "Raymond, calm down. Let her explain. No matter what, you can't beat her."

Caroline turned pale and hurriedly went to help Mrs. Jameson up when her wrist was caught, "Don't touch your mother with your dirty hands!"

Caroline froze, standing motionlessly. She said slowly, "Mr. Jameson, don’t touch me. Touching a dirty person like me will make you dirty."

Raymond violently shook off Caroline's hand and said, "What a tongue you've got! Caroline, explain about the money to me!" He pointed at the handbag on the table and said, "How did you get it?"

Caroline still hung her head. From the very beginning, Mr. and Mrs. Jameson did not even see Caroline very clearly. It was just that their understanding of their daughter and the information from the detective agency proved that the girl living here was their daughter Caroline.

Caroline hung her head, her hands trembling violently. Listening to her father's scolding, she chuckled silently, her mouth tilting upwards slightly at the corners.

"Rather than ask me how I got the money, Mr. Jameson, why don’t you ask me which man I got the money from? Or what did I give the man in exchange for the money?" She chuckled at the fact that she had already been abandoned. How could she forget this fact?