They All ’Died’ For Her? With Terminal Cancer, I’m Done Playing Their Games Novel - Chapter 93

Chapter 7 He looked me up and down as if seeing me for the first time, trying to find traces of the "Lynn heiress" beneath my bedraggled appearance. Honestly, I really do look about fifty to sixty percent like my dad. From his gradually clearing gaze, I think he probably never really looked at me carefully before. "Willa…" Reed pointed at me in shock, his voice hoarse with the anger of being deceived and a barely perceptible hint of panic.

"You need to tell me what the hell is going on here!" "Have you been lying to me this whole time?! You're obviously some rich family's daughter-why did you pretend to be poor and trick me?! Did you get some sick pleasure watching me make a fool of myself, watching me grovel to you for survival?!" "And what's the deal with you and Sterling? Why is he saying you're his fiancée?" 'Answer me!" His tone was full of accusations and grievance. As if he were the one who'd been deceived and hurt.

But then again, someone as heartless as him probably couldn't even remember his own two-year fake paralysis scam… I pulled Sterling's still-warm jacket tighter around me, finding the man in front of me disgustingly hypocritical. The day his lies were exposed, the rain had already completely washed away my tears of humiliation, leaving only cold, clear-headed awakening. 'Reed, your skill at crying thief while being the thief yourself is absolutely masterful." 'Who was pretending to be poor?

Who was faking paralysis? Who pawned my mother's belongings just to please his childhood sweetheart? Who spent wo years orchestrating an elaborate act just to get revenge for Sage, enjoying watching me run around like an idiot in the pouring rain, delivering overpriced food for you guys to enjoy-that made you happy, didn't it?!" 'Who exactly wronged who here? Can you spell that out clearly?!" Then my gaze sharply turned to the pale-faced Sage, looking at her now-empty ring finger.

The ones who were really wearing masks and performing, deliberately deceiving, getting revenge, and trampling on someone's genuine eelings-that was you and Sage!" My voice wasn't loud, but every word I spoke hit Reed like a sledgehammer. And hit every single person who had mocked me square in the face. 'You're lying!" Suddenly, Sage was like a cat whose tail had been stepped on, shrilly protesting as she tried to shift focus. She pointed her finger at my nose, her tone vicious.