From Forgotten Wife To Fierce Queen - Chapter 238: Chapter 238

Paisley didn't respond to Christina. She simply stood there, silently looking at her, giving her the answer with her eyes.
Christina was right—Paisley was using Brittany's pain to take revenge on her.
Since everything Christina had done was for Brittany, Paisley would destroy Brittany. She would shatter Christina's hopes and dreams.
"Brittany did nothing wrong. She knows nothing. It was all me. If you want revenge, come at me alone. Brittany is innocent," Christina finally broke down in front of Paisley, crying as she pleaded.
"Innocent?" Paisley's voice was cold as she looked at Christina. "Was my mother innocent? Was I innocent? You're the last person who has the right to talk to me about innocence. Brittany isn't innocent. She's your daughter, so she isn't innocent."
Paisley once thought that in this moment, she would be just like Christina—hysterically venting her anger. But no. She was astonishingly calm.
Paisley took a step forward, closing in on Christina. Her cold gaze locked onto Christina's. "You'd better confess everything while you're in there. Don't think Zain can take all the blame for you. Don't forget—Brittany is still out here. She has no one left to rely on."
The moment Paisley handed that paternity test report to Gregory, she had cut off Brittany's last source of support.
Brittany had grown up spoiled, and her arrogant behavior had already offended many people. Now that she was completely alone, all Paisley had to do was target her just a little, and she wouldn't survive.
Christina's soulless body suddenly trembled. She looked at Paisley in horror. "Y-you're threatening me. Police!"
She struggled and turned to Bruce. "She's threatening me. Paisley is threatening me. You all heard it, didn't you?"
"Ms. Sutton, this—" Bruce looked at Paisley with hesitation.
"Director Wane, I didn't threaten her. I only hope she tells the truth and cooperates with your investigation. That way, she can get out sooner and take care of her precious daughter." Paisley knew she was twisting her words, but she didn't think it mattered now.
There was nothing anyone could do about it.
Bruce simply nodded, accepting her explanation. After all, just from Paisley's words alone, there wasn't enough to conclude anything.
"Alright, it's getting late. We've said everything that needs to be said. Take them away," Bruce ordered his subordinates.
Zain and Christina, like a pair of mangy stray dogs, were dragged outside.
"Paisley!" Christina screamed as she turned back desperately. "If you have a grudge, take it out on me. Don't hurt Brittany. If you dare lay a finger on Brittany, I won't let you go even in death!
"Paisley, Paisy, I'm begging you. For the sake of the years I raised you, please let Brittany go. Please!"
Zain screamed incoherently, his words barely understandable. "I... confess... I'll die... let... let go... Bri..."
Yet, no matter how desperately the two pleaded, Paisley simply stood there, silently watching them leave in despair.
Inside the banquet hall, murmurs of disbelief spread through the crowd.
Diana, having been the lady of the house for so many years, immediately took charge, calming the guests and maintaining order. Before long, the ambulance arrived, taking Gregory to the hospital.
And just like that, the grand spectacle came to an end. But everyone present knew that this story was far from over. The finale was simply not something outsiders like them could witness.
Byron was livid, his face dark with fury as he glared at Morris and Julia, who had played a role in escalating the situation.
Standing to the side, Peter looked awkward as well. He knew he couldn't absolve himself of responsibility either.
Paisley remained rooted in place, her gaze still fixed outside the door. The chaos around her seemed irrelevant, as if she had shut herself off from everyone.
Dominick stared deeply at Paisley—her slender, stubborn figure, radiating both grievance and helplessness. His heart twisted with pain. He had never realized just how much she had endured in her past.
Time and again, Paisley had been abandoned by those she trusted. Just when Paisley had finally chosen to believe again, to embrace the warmth of a family, he had hurt her once more.
At that moment, Dominick loathed his past self more than ever. A wave of regret crashed over him, consuming him entirely. He was desperate to rush to Paisley, to hold her, to beg for her forgiveness. But before he could, Max reached her first.
"Paisy." Max's deep voice rang beside her. His warm hand rested gently on her shoulder, patting it lightly. "If you want to cry, just cry."
"No, I'm an adult. I don't cry," she stubbornly insisted, but her eyes reddened without warning. The next second, tears began to fall uncontrollably. "What... I'm not Rena... I..."
"There now," Max pulled her into his arms, whispering softly.
That one sentence completely shattered Paisley's defenses. She curled up in Max's embrace and sobbed like a child.