Queen Revenge

Is sweetheart the daughter of Ulysses Will and Bella Hill?

Bella Hill posing as a child and marrying into THE Richter family?

I was startled by the thoughts that popped into my head.

No way.

I quickly dismissed the idea.

Luxury families pay the most attention to the bloodline, and a paternity test will definitely be done after the child is born.

I must have watched too many dog and pony shows or how else could I have come up with such an idea.

“Bella, what are you doing.”

A voice came out of the cold behind her, startling her so much that she almost dropped the diary in her hand.

I turned around and it was Frank Hill.

He looks a lot older than he did a year ago.

Immediately shaking the bold thought from my mind, I see Frank Hill walk in and I put my journal back in its place, quickly closing the closet.

“Dad, why aren’t you asleep.”

“Passed by your room, saw your room light on, so I came in to take a look.” Frank Hill chided: “I heard your mother say, you stomach bleeding hospitalized, you this child, how do you not know how to cherish themselves, Dad only you such a daughter, if you have a long and short, let Dad and your mother how to do.”

The seemingly reproachful tone of voice contained a strong sense of fatherly love.

A daughter.

Only Bella Hill is the daughter of the Hill family, where is Alva Hill?

“Dad, I’ve been dreaming about my sister a lot lately.” I looked at Frank Hill and tentatively asked, “Do you think my sister could not be dead?”

“Your sister?” Frank Hill drifted off for a moment, seemingly remembering that he once had an older daughter, his complexion tinged with grief, guiltily saying, “Alva was out in the world for twenty years, and suffered a lot, and before Dad had a chance to make it up to her, something happened to her, and if it hadn’t been for the medical examiner giving out an autopsy report that said that it was your older sister, I still sometimes don’t believe that Alva would have been so gone.”

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I breathed a sigh of relief, no matter how much guilt he had in his heart, at least, judging from his reaction, he didn’t know about the falsified autopsy report.

When I came back to the Hill family, I rarely saw Frank Hill; he was so busy, traveling constantly, flying all over the country, that he didn’t have time to cultivate a father-daughter bond.

“Dad, sit down.” I poured him a glass of water.

Frank Hill gave me a somewhat flattered look; Bella Hill was so used to being pampered that she had always been the only one served tea and water.

With the favor given by her parents, she only takes and never gives.

I ignored Frank Hill’s gaze and said tentatively, “Dad, maybe my sister really isn’t dead, the body was so disfigured back then that it was unrecognizable, and the coroner may have made a mistake.”

I did it on purpose, Jane Hasis had a plan to hide it from the world, and I planted a seed of doubt in Frank Hill’s mind that he would have verified if he really cared if I lived or died.

Even if the end result is unsatisfactory, it knocks Jane Hasis to sleep.

Frank Hill was suddenly silent with his glass of water, his thumb rubbing the wall.

His first reaction to hearing that his daughter might not be dead was actually silence.

That’s a little unusual.

I could not at once guess what was in his mind, and fearing that I had been too forward and aroused Frank Hill’s suspicions, I could only follow the silence.

Suddenly, Frank Hill put his glass of water on the table, got up and said, “Bella, you get an early night, Dad still has a few things he hasn’t taken care of, go to the study.”

“Okay, Dad, don’t stay too busy too late, take care of yourself and get an early night.”

Frank Hill left in a bit of a panic, as if he was afraid I’d say anything more.

I watched Frank Hill leave, pursing my lips tightly, always feeling that something was wrong.

After a few seconds of thought, I walked out of the room to the study door.

Jane Hasis is also in the study.

Jane Hasis’ surprised shrill voice came out, “Bella really said that?”

“I think there’s something different about Bella coming back this time.”

Is this a sign of suspicion?

“What’s different?” Jane Hasis said: “may be in the Richter family suffered aggression, Walker Richter does not treat Bella, outside and keep women, who put in a good heart, if not the Richter family personally to propose marriage, I will not marry Bella over. ”

“What do you know as a woman, your hair is long and your eyes are short, Bella and Alva are incompatible, Alva’s accident has been going on for so long, have you ever heard her mention half a word about Alva?”

“This indeed did not, you say so, I do remember, before Bella also mentioned Alva will come back alive, Jianguo, you say will not …”

There was fear in Jane Hasis’s voice, and the sound behind it was gone.

I stood outside the door for a while listening, and there was no more sound.

I went quietly to my room for fear of being discovered.

The next day.

Jane Hasis herself cooked a table of appetizing mornings, and when I came downstairs, Frank Hill was on the phone in the living room, and from what I could hear, it was work stuff.

“Bella, come on in for breakfast.” Jane Hasis smiled at me, looking as usual, not much different.

“Coming.”

I glanced at Frank Hill and headed toward the dining room.

As soon as I sat down, Jane Hasis put the hot milk and eggs in front of me, “Bella, eat quickly, look at your dark circles, after eating, mom will take you to the SPA, women must take good care of themselves you know.”

“I have something going on, I’m meeting a friend.” I didn’t want to spend any time with Jane Hasis at all and made a random excuse.

“It’s good to get together with friends more often.” Jane Hasis took out a bank card and gave it to me, “Buy whatever you like, as long as you’re happy.”

Squeezing my bank card, feeling Jane Hasis’ coddling, and remembering all the ways she once ignored me, I felt even more miserable.

Frank Hill came over for dinner after the call and said, “Bella, you might as well go back to THE Richter family as soon as possible.”

Jane Hasis was not happy when she heard this, “Your daughter has only been back for one day and you let her go, Frank Hill, what do you mean.”

“I can’t bear to part with Bella, and I wish she’d stay a few more days, but after all, she’s in THE Richter family now, and she’s just had a baby not too long ago, and she’s been staying at her mother’s house, so what’s that going to make people think?”

Jane Hasis knows this reasoning too, and can’t find anything to say in rebuttal.

I said nicely, “I know dad, I’ll be back today.”

After breakfast, I went out in Bella Hill’s car, a red Maserati, which was very racy.

But in a city as big as this one, I found myself with nowhere to go, and before I knew it, the car stopped in front of the rented house where Ulysses Will was staying.

I sat in the car, thinking of Ulysses Will’s desperate words, the details of how they’d tangled in Bella Hill’s journal, and I didn’t even have the courage to get out of the car.

Ulysses Will doesn’t love me, and that’s a fact.

To come to the door again would be nothing more than a self-inflicted dishonor.

I don’t know how long I’ve been sitting in the car, but I was about to leave when Ulysses Will suddenly burst into view.

He was still wearing a mask, a black down jacket, and a drawing board and paint canister on his back.

When I saw his eyes looking this way, I immediately lowered my head.

When he looked up after a moment, Ulysses Will was already far away, hailing a cab from the curb.

Watching him get into a cab, I ghost started the car and followed.

I followed Ulysses Will all the way into an upscale clubhouse, and I followed him in, but I lost him and couldn’t find him.

I was looking around when a hand suddenly came up on my shoulder, a creepy voice sounded behind me, and my whole heart followed.