Chapter 244
Chapter 244:
Kristine stopped in her tracks. “What did you just say p>
From behind her raised arms, Jemma peeked out. Noticing Kristine had paused, she gathered enough nerve to smirk. “You’re the one to blame for your father’s death, and you act like it never happened. That’s what I call ungrateful. Just because you pretend it’s gone doesn’t mean everyone else does p>
Kristine’s voice chilled. “Say it one more time p>
“Doesn’t matter if I repeat it a hundred or a thousand p>
Jemma’s voice cut off as Kristine’s hand closed around her throat.
Air barely reached her lungs as Jemma gasped. In a frantic move, she lifted her hand, desperate to push Kristine away.
𝖬𝗼𝘀𝘵 𝘳𝗲a𝗱 𝘁𝗁𝗂s 𝘄е𝘦𝗸 𝗼ո
Kristine did not look away from her. Each word came out slow and firm. “I told you to say it again p>
Panic surged through Jemma as the thought of dying took over. Tears poured down her face, and her voice broke apart as she begged, “Kristine… please… don’t… I don’t know anything… don’t kill me p>
There was no stopping it anymore. Those broken pleas shattered the restraint Kristine had been holding onto.
Memories rushed in without warning, one after another, vivid and relentless.
“Dad, it’s my birthday today. Can you come home and celebrate with me p>
“Dad, you lied to me. You said you would come back. Why didn’t you show up? I don’t care anymore. I just want to see you p>
“Kristine, please don’t cry. I have to leave now. This isn’t because of you. Remember this — I will always love you p>
“Kristine, you murderer! If it weren’t for you, your father would still be alive. How could I give birth to someone like you p>
“Kristine!” a voice shouted in panic.
Kristine jolted back to her senses, only to find her hands still around Jemma’s neck. Jemma’s face had gone pale, her breath weakening — the sight sent a shock through her. Kristine released her at once. Her eyes dropped to her own palm, shaking as she stared at it. Could it really be true?
Once the pressure was gone, Jemma crumpled to the floor, clutching her throat while staring in terror as Danica rushed into the room. Danica spared Jemma a brief glance before going straight to Kristine. “Are you hurt?” she asked, her voice tight with worry.
Kristine’s eyes showed no reaction.
Seconds passed before she suddenly turned toward Jemma, her stare sharp and piercing. “How did my father actually die p>
Jemma no longer dared to test her. Holding her chest, she shook her head repeatedly and cried out, “I don’t know. I really don’t know anything. Please stop asking me p>
Kristine’s eyes remained fixed on Jemma for what felt like ages. Only when her vision began to sting did she finally turn away and move slowly toward the lobby doors.
Her father’s passing felt shrouded in fog. She had always believed those memories had faded simply because she was a child — but no. She refused to accept that.