Now They Want My Forgiveness - Chapter 239: Chapter 239
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"Anna, what the hell do you really want?" Eleanor demanded, her eyes narrowed with suspicion.
Anna put on her wounded look. "Grandma, why are you being so cold to me now? I'm your granddaughter, same as Stella. Why does she get all your love while you treat me like dirt? It's not fair. You've always been this way."
"Anna, enough," Eleanor snapped, her face like stone. "That pathetic act doesn't work on me anymore. Just tell me what you want."
Seeing that her act was getting her nowhere, Anna leaned right up to Eleanor's ear and whispered, "You've always wondered about the kidnapping, haven't you, Grandma? About what part I really played?"
Eleanor spun around to stare at Anna. Anna started laughing, and her sweet face looked completely twisted. "That's why you're here today, Grandma. So I can finally tell you the truth."
Eleanor narrowed her eyes. "And what's the catch?"
"The catch," Anna purred, "is that you're in my way. You've become a problem that I need to solve."
"What exactly do you want?" Eleanor demanded, her voice tight with alarm.
Anna flicked her eyes toward Emily. Emily looked like she was about to be sick, but she shuffled forward on trembling legs.
Eleanor could feel something was seriously off. She looked between Anna and Emily. "What is this? Do you think you can attack me just because no one is around? Anna, I'm your grandmother."
"So what, Grandma?" Anna sneered. "I told you. You're in my way."
Emily glanced at Anna, who was now signaling her with frantic, wild eyes. With trembling hands, Emily reached out and gripped the back of Eleanor's wheelchair.
Eleanor couldn't move. She could only clutch the armrest of her wheelchair and said angrily, "Are you two out of your minds?"
Anna was done talking. Emily squeezed her eyes shut and shoved the wheelchair with all her strength.
With a burst of speed, the wheelchair raced downhill, sliding out of control. Eleanor fumbled for the brake, but nothing happened. It was completely useless.
Suddenly, Eleanor remembered that when she'd first arrived, Emily had walked right up to her wheelchair. At the time, she had been so focused on Anna that she hadn't paid any attention to what Emily was doing.
'The brakes,' Eleanor thought, her mind racing in pure terror. 'That's when Emily did it. She tampered with the brakes. But what do I do? Can I even jump?'
In a last, desperate bid for survival, Eleanor lunged from the chair. But the wheelchair caught her foot and sent her flying. She slammed into the ground hard. The wheelchair crashed right on top of her.
Eleanor's body was already so fragile, and this whole mess left her barely hanging on. She lay there, feeling the warmth of her own blood pooling on the cold pavement beneath her.
Emily went white as a sheet. She watched Eleanor, who had been struggling just moments before, go completely still. She scrambled over to Anna, her voice a terrified whisper. "Is she... Is she dead?"
"Why are you so scared?" Anna snapped, her voice cold and annoyed. "That's exactly what we wanted."
Emily was too terrified to speak. "Don't act so innocent," Anna sneered with disgust. "Remember, you're the one who brought in that kidnapper back then."
A bone-deep cold seized Emily. The paralysis started in her gut and spread to her fingertips. "Coward," Anna spat at her.
Anna strolled over to Eleanor. As she got closer, Eleanor's eyelids fluttered. "Oh my, Grandma, you're still alive," she said with fake surprise.
Eleanor's hand twitched, reaching out weakly, as if to grab hold of Anna. But Anna simply took a neat step back, just out of reach.
Anna put on her wounded look. "Grandma, why are you being so cold to me now? I'm your granddaughter, same as Stella. Why does she get all your love while you treat me like dirt? It's not fair. You've always been this way."
"Anna, enough," Eleanor snapped, her face like stone. "That pathetic act doesn't work on me anymore. Just tell me what you want."
Seeing that her act was getting her nowhere, Anna leaned right up to Eleanor's ear and whispered, "You've always wondered about the kidnapping, haven't you, Grandma? About what part I really played?"
Eleanor spun around to stare at Anna. Anna started laughing, and her sweet face looked completely twisted. "That's why you're here today, Grandma. So I can finally tell you the truth."
Eleanor narrowed her eyes. "And what's the catch?"
"The catch," Anna purred, "is that you're in my way. You've become a problem that I need to solve."
"What exactly do you want?" Eleanor demanded, her voice tight with alarm.
Anna flicked her eyes toward Emily. Emily looked like she was about to be sick, but she shuffled forward on trembling legs.
Eleanor could feel something was seriously off. She looked between Anna and Emily. "What is this? Do you think you can attack me just because no one is around? Anna, I'm your grandmother."
"So what, Grandma?" Anna sneered. "I told you. You're in my way."
Emily glanced at Anna, who was now signaling her with frantic, wild eyes. With trembling hands, Emily reached out and gripped the back of Eleanor's wheelchair.
Eleanor couldn't move. She could only clutch the armrest of her wheelchair and said angrily, "Are you two out of your minds?"
Anna was done talking. Emily squeezed her eyes shut and shoved the wheelchair with all her strength.
With a burst of speed, the wheelchair raced downhill, sliding out of control. Eleanor fumbled for the brake, but nothing happened. It was completely useless.
Suddenly, Eleanor remembered that when she'd first arrived, Emily had walked right up to her wheelchair. At the time, she had been so focused on Anna that she hadn't paid any attention to what Emily was doing.
'The brakes,' Eleanor thought, her mind racing in pure terror. 'That's when Emily did it. She tampered with the brakes. But what do I do? Can I even jump?'
In a last, desperate bid for survival, Eleanor lunged from the chair. But the wheelchair caught her foot and sent her flying. She slammed into the ground hard. The wheelchair crashed right on top of her.
Eleanor's body was already so fragile, and this whole mess left her barely hanging on. She lay there, feeling the warmth of her own blood pooling on the cold pavement beneath her.
Emily went white as a sheet. She watched Eleanor, who had been struggling just moments before, go completely still. She scrambled over to Anna, her voice a terrified whisper. "Is she... Is she dead?"
"Why are you so scared?" Anna snapped, her voice cold and annoyed. "That's exactly what we wanted."
Emily was too terrified to speak. "Don't act so innocent," Anna sneered with disgust. "Remember, you're the one who brought in that kidnapper back then."
A bone-deep cold seized Emily. The paralysis started in her gut and spread to her fingertips. "Coward," Anna spat at her.
Anna strolled over to Eleanor. As she got closer, Eleanor's eyelids fluttered. "Oh my, Grandma, you're still alive," she said with fake surprise.
Eleanor's hand twitched, reaching out weakly, as if to grab hold of Anna. But Anna simply took a neat step back, just out of reach.
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