EN By Snow De Eira Chapter 492

EN By Snow De Eira Chapter 492Chapter 492
If Meredith did not see the photo of the little girl, she would surely have hung up the call. However, she
did not hang up, she merely continued listening to what Ysabelle was saying with a pale face.
“Back then, because the dosage of the abortion pill was too low, you did not have a miscarriage. You
hid in the mental asylum, bearing the child for about six months when Josiah found out about it. He
created a fire that caused you to have premature labor. He even got someone to throw your daughter
into the fire. It was your mother that secretly went to get the child back and rescued you from the cliff
that you jumped off from.‘
“Stop talking…” Meredith could no longer continue listening to Ysabelle. She truly could not. However,
she could not pry her hands away from her ear, because the call was the truth that she wanted. It was
the truth that she was also afraid of.
Naturally, Ysabelle would not stop talking. She continued, “Because your daughter was a premature
baby, she was weak and had aplastic anemia. Although your mother and your child‘s bone marrow
were a match, you did not have the money to do her transplant. For the next three years, you could
only work part–time jobs while letting your child stay in the hospital for conservative treatment.
“Later on, you met with Josiah once again. He found out that your daughter did not die and that your
mother was the donor of your child‘s bone marrow transplant. He locked your mother up in prison using
the same tactic that he did with Maeve. He even bribed the people in the prison to torture her. In the
end, your mother died tragically in prison. After your daughter lost her bone marrow donor, she also
died not long after.”
Meredith was speechless.“Meredith, I had only deliberately told you the short version. Things like how you kneel and beg Josiah
to rescue your daughter, I can‘t be bothered to tell you. I believe you‘ll recall it one day soon. “By the
way, the little girl in the photo is your daughter. Her name is Nia. She was killed by Josiah,” Ysabelle
sneered and said, “of course, you can choose to not believe what I tell you. As long as you‘re happy.
I‘ve already said what I need to say. I‘ll see you in the next life!” “Hold up!” Meredith anxiously called
after her. She continued asking, “Where is my daughter? Where is my mother?” “Your daughter?”
Ysabelle laughed, “I don‘t even know where Josiah has thrown her dead body to. As for your mother,
she is in Tarragon Cemetery. Her name is Alayna Sawyer. Go look for her yourself.”
Meredith was about to ask something else when the call was dropped. She anxiously redialed but the
call could not connect. After exiting the call interface, Nia‘s photo appeared before her. Nia!
Was she Nia? The one mentioned by countless people but ignored by her? Nia was not some wild
animal but her daughter?
Nia, the one who had been hurt by Josiah time and time again, finally dying without a proper burial
place? Meredith was almost going mad. Especially at that moment. The more she looked at the photo,
the more she found the little girl familiar and close to her. Although her memories had not returned, she
was gradually sure that she had hugged her, loved her, and was heartbroken for her before. She must
be her daughter.
novelbinYsabelle did not lie about this. She surely did not lie! “Ma’am, Sir said that he tried calling you but could
not reach you. He said that there is traffic on the road. He might be about twenty minutes late,” Lily said
while handing over the tea she queued for a long time for. “Drink up and warm yourself while we wait
for him to come...”
Lily suddenly stopped talking.She agitatedly tried to snatch Meredith‘s phone. “Ma‘am, how do you have such a photo? Who gave it
to you?”
Meredith swerved and moved her phone aside. She looked up at Lily with her tear–stricken face. “Lily,
why do you have such a huge reaction? Is it because she is Nia? All of you have been hiding it from
me. She is my daughter that Josiah has killed with his bare hands, right?”