Chapter 339
Chapter 339
"Look, Nora, don't you go thinking you're better than me."
"You're just as filthy and low as any piece of trash."
"You got no right to look down on me."
When outsiders brought up that scandal, Nora could still plaster on a calm demeanor, ignoring the
venomous slander and assaults on her character.
But the person behind her was her own sister, who had looked out for her when they were kids, who
always let Nora have her way with a kindness that seemed to know no bounds.
How could she speak to Nora like this?
Had all those years of gentleness and kindness been nothing but a mask?
Nora no longer recognized the person behind her.
She was shaking with anger.
Her trembling body wouldn't still.
Hazel, casually smoking a cigarette, noticed Nora gripping the arms of her wheelchair, with her hands
quivering, and let out another disdainful snort.
"Can't handle this, huh? Think you've got what it takes to run the Dawson fortune? And what's more,
you're nothing but a wheelchair-bound piece of trash. I can't fathom why Hamlin handed the reins over
to you."
Nora's grip on her wheelchair tightened, and she gave her bodyguard a look, "She doesn't want to get
dressed? Help her."
The so-called "help" wasn't exactly polite.
Two women, efficient and rough, forcibly pulled clothes over Hazel's head.
Then they lifted Hazel off the bed to stand before Nora.
Nora, reining in her emotions, looked up coolly, "The guy you were just fooling around with, did you pick
him up at the casino?"
"What's it to you?" Hazel, held up by the arms, was still defiant.
"I can't believe Alexander ever fell for a shameless woman like you," Nora spat out furiously.
She shouldn't let Hazel's words rattle her.
As to those videos that circulated among the elite – she was coerced, and she was a victim.
It wasn't her choice to be involved in those sordid affairs.
But Hazel, she was the one seeking out lowlifes.
Nora and Hazel were nothing alike.
She had no reason to feel low. Contentt bel0ngs to N0ve/lDrâ/ma.O(r)g!
Holding her head high, Nora exuded regal composure.
Some people might be tarnished on the outside but remain clean at heart.
Others, no matter how polished their exterior was, are rotten to the core.
Nora belonged to the former.
She had no reason to feel inferior to Hazel.
Not able to have awareness of her own filth, Hazel scoffed, "Nora, do you think you're worthy of
Alexander? Even if you offered yourself to him, he wouldn't touch a dirty woman like you."
"How dare you say such things to your own sister and your ex who once adored you so much?"
She almost forgot that the woman before her had no shame.
Why bother with words?
"Nora, I'll be blunt."
"First, Dad will never hand the inheritance to you, so quit your scheming. You're not causing any
waves."
"Second, you better move out today. Don't bother Mom and Dad."
"Do these two things, and I'll give you a stipend each month, which would be enough for you to live on."
"But if you can't, those indecent photos of you will find their way online."
To deal with the shameless, you must be ruthless.
There's no reasoning with her.
But Hazel had lost all shame, "Go ahead, spread them. I have nothing to fear. When I was broke
abroad, I sold my videos online, and they got plenty of views. I stopped caring about my reputation long
ago, and your threats mean nothing."
The term 'shameless' was an understatement for Hazel.
Hazel bargained, "Here's the deal, if you don't want me to infuriate the old folks to death, give me some
money. I'm not asking much."
A Vincention would be enough for her to clear the debts from gambling and fund a few more big
games.
A chance to turn it all around.
Even if she lost, she could always extort more from Nora.
And then there was using the child to blackmail Alexander for money.
Nora saw through her, and rejected outright, "A Vincention? You think our parents' hard-earned money
grows on trees?"
"Not giving it?" Hazel arrogantly retorted, "Then brace yourself for our parents' demise."
"Lock her up," Nora commanded her bodyguards.
"Nora, by what right do you imprison me? Aren’t you scared I call the cops?"
"Take her phone, and cut off her internet and calls. Just feed her."
After dealing with Hazel, Nora went to see her parents.
They were worrying over little Kent, who was too frightened to speak a word.
The child bore such a strong resemblance to Alexander.
Surely, he was Alexander's son.
A reunion with Hazel was out of the question.
Hamlin and Emily would never let their shameless daughter traumatize Alexander again.
A fine son-in-law got lost to the Dawson family. What a shame.
The real victim was the child.
Early that morning, Hamlin and Emily had a doctor examine Kent at home.
His body bore over a dozen cigarette burns, bruises and welts, some crusted over, some festering with
pus.
Worse still, Hazel had stuck on his legs several fine needles of a few centimeters long, deep into the
boy's flesh, which would require surgery for removal.
No wonder the child was so skittish and terrified of anyone's approach.
Nora, settled in her wheelchair, edged closer to her parents.
After glancing at Kent sitting on the couch, she suggested, "Dad, Mom, why don't we send Kent to live
with Alexander? With him, Kent is sure to be happy."
Even though Alexander was no longer her brother-in-law, Nora still thought of him that way.
Such a good man, wasted on Hazel.
Kent looked up timidly, "Auntie, where's my mommy?"
Nora gently pressed the joystick of her electric wheelchair; with that she moved forward another few
feet, and reached out to tousle Kent's hair. "How did you know I'm your auntie?"
"Because you look a lot like my mom."
Indeed, she and Hazel had always been the spitting image of each other.
Before Hazel's affair came to light, Nora had always believed that they were the best of sisters in the
world.
She had believed that they were never going to fight over inheritance and tear each other apart.
And they wouldn't end up like other wealthy families, embroiled in endless disputes.
They were supposed to always stick together.
But all those beautiful wishes turned out to be mere illusions. Hazel had been wearing a mask all along
and deceived everyone.
Nora took Kent's scarred hand gently. "Kent, Nora is going to take you to see daddy, okay?"
Hamlin let out a heavy sigh. "We should still take the boy for a paternity test. If he's not Alexander's
child, there's no point in troubling Alexander further and heaping more worries on him."
"This boy looks so much like Alexander, how could he not be his son?" Emily said with conviction.
Hamlin's face was etched with worry. "You never know. Given the kind of person your eldest daughter
turned out to be, there's no telling what low acts she's incapable of. She came back for money, and this
child has become just another pawn in her game."