Grace Yowell’s body stiffened, a deep-seated fear emanating from the depths of her heart. Her intuition faintly told her that perhaps the thing she least wanted to happen would occur.
But, no, it won’t. She had so much "evidence" in her hands, enough to prove that she was "Grace". How could Mabel Quinn overturn her evidence with just a bracelet?!
"Daniel, what’s wrong? I... I am Grace." Grace Yowell softened her voice, making her expression even more pitiful.
Daniel Harris said coldly, "Yes, you are Grace, but you are not Grace Yowell."
Grace Yowell’s expression stiffened, then she forced a smile and said, "How am I not Grace? When we were in Drumbeat Village, didn’t you always call me Grace?"
Daniel Harris’s expression became even colder, and those usually indifferent eyes were now filled with an endless hate.
"10 years, you’ve deceived me for 10 years, Grace Yowell. Very well, very well indeed, you actually managed to deceive me for 10 years." Daniel Harris said coldly. How ridiculous, thinking himself clever, believing everything was under his control, only to be spun around by a girl from a mountain village.
Grace Yowell’s face suddenly turned pale, and at this moment, her father and mother also came out of the house, anxiously speaking to Daniel Harris, "Young Master Harris, is there some kind of misunderstanding here?!" Follow current novᴇls on ⓝovelFire.net
"Yes, our Grace gets along so well with you, how could she deceive you?"
Grace’s father suddenly thought of something, adding unnecessarily, "Did that little slut Quinn say some nonsense again? When that girl stayed with us, I already figured she wasn’t up to any good. Grace told me she shamelessly claimed it was her who accompanied you in Drumbeat Village. That little slut, she was full of lies back then..."
"Shut up!" Daniel Harris shouted angrily.
"Young Master Harris, you can’t believe that little slut. She sees you have money now and wants to latch onto you..." But before Grace’s father could finish his sentence, Daniel Harris signaled to his subordinate, who raised his hand and slapped Grace’s father hard.
The crisp sound of the slap echoed in the night, leaving the Yowell family of three stunned.
"Young Master Harris, I’m telling the truth, I..." Grace’s father hastily tried to explain, but the subordinate holding him down slapped him again.
Every time Grace’s father tried to speak, he’d be slapped. Before long, his cheeks were swollen beyond recognition, his mouth full of blood, not daring to say another word. And Grace’s mother, seeing this, trembled all over, completely terrified.
Grace Yowell was even paler, her entire being as if placed in an icehouse. Daniel Harris’s attitude was foreshadowing the very possibility she feared the most.
Daniel Harris stepped forward, looking at Grace’s parents, "Who exactly is full of lies? You three have deceived me for 10 years, for what? Just for the wealth and glory the Harris Family could bring you?!"
At this moment, Grace’s parents dared not make a sound, only casting furtive glances at their daughter, hoping she could reverse the situation.
In these ten years, because of the Harris Family, their lives had undergone an earth-shattering change, completely different from before. How could they now be willing to give up their current good life? Besides, if Daniel Harris were to retaliate against them for this, how could they bear it?