The Divorced Heiress’s Revenge
Chapter 1527

Shannon recalled her life, which was undoubtedly glorious. But each step she took to climb higher required someone to become her climbing stone, someone to pay for her vanity. Mary was the first person she killed.

Unexpectedly, it was this woman, who had been dead for twenty years, who ultimately gave her the fatal blow.

The truth was that Shannon had regretted it long ago.

That woman did not have to die. What would it have mattered if Mary had lived?

But at that time, it was as if Shannon had been possessed, consumed with hatred for Mary, acting arrogantly because she had Gregory's love. Shannon thought she could control the world under that man's protection.

In the end, the love Gregory gave her was nothing but a ridiculous mirage.

Shannon grabbed her hair with both hands, fiercely pulling out strands of gray hair with such force that the pain sobered her up, letting her see through Gregory's selfish and cold nature. He never loved her.

Shannon also did not believe that he had truly loved Mary.

Otherwise, how could he accept that Mary committed suicide so easily twenty years ago?

Shannon's bloodshot eyes widened, and she kept muttering madly, "Gregory... One day... You will get your karma... You will pay for your indifference! I will be watching you... In heaven!"

The day passed.

"0742, you have a visitor."

As she committed a grave crime, Shannon was not only cuffed when she walked into the visitor's room, but her feet were also shackled.

The mental stress and overexertion of her eyes caused her sight to deteriorate rapidly, making her unable to distinguish people three meters away.

Shannon looked gaunt and wilted. She wanted to refuse, but now, with no one left to care about in the world, she was curious to see who had the time to witness her final downfall. "Who are you?"

"Mom..."

Shannon's gloomy pupils contracted, and with the sound of shackles clanking, she stumbled toward the glass window!

In her blurred vision, Carrie's fair face gradually became distinct.

Shannon widened her eyes, her two withered hands pressing against the glass with full force. She opened her mouth and asked tentatively after a while. "Carrie? Is that you? Are you Carrie?" Carrie looked at the unfamiliar face of her mother, her eyes reddening. She nodded.

Standing beside her, Ryan quickly held his girlfriend's slightly trembling shoulders, rubbing and comforting her softly.

He could not believe that the woman before him, with hair as dry as withered grass and a face mottled like peeling paint, was the once glamorous, youthful wife of a business tycoon.

Shannon's chest heaved heavily, tears streaming down her trembling lips. "Mr. Hoffman... You know about Carrie's condition, right? You shouldn't have let her come to this kind of place... It's not good for her." Ryan's brows furrowed. He was just about to speak when Carrie slowly said, "I asked Ryan to bring me here."

"Carrie..."

Shannon sobbed uncontrollably, tears and snot staining her face. "I knew... I knew you were the kindest child... I knew you couldn't bear to let me die..."

But the next second, her rekindled hope was extinguished by words that pierced her heart again.

"I came to see you for the last time, not because I forgive you.”

Carrie took a deep breath, tears of anger swelling in her eyes. "I only want to know. Why... Why did you hurt innocent people?! Justin treats me so well... Why are you so cruel to kill his mother? Why?!"

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