Chapter 451 I’m Not Like You
When Lydia saw that the call was from Sandra, she didn’t want to answer. But under Bianca’s intense gaze, she had no choice but to pick up the phone.
Sandra’s voice was laced with desperation and sobs, “Lydia, your father wants to cut ties with me! He’s even asking me to pay back all the money! You have to help me think of a way out!”
Sandra’s voice was so loud that, even without the speaker on, everyone around could hear her clearly. She probably had no idea they were all gathered together.
Under Bianca’s watchful eyes, Lydia forced herself to say, “Actually, I have something to tell you too. I grew up with the Stone family, and I can’t accept that my biological mother was a homewrecker. We should sever our ties.”
Sandra was momentarily speechless. “Lydia, you’re my own flesh and blood, how could you treat me like this?” She paused, realizing something. “Is this Bianca forcing you to do this, isn’t it?”
Lydia quickly replied, “No! It’s my own decision!”
Sandra was on the verge of breaking down. "What does that make of all my efforts over the years? Is all my devotion going to end up amounting to nothing?”
Bianca felt a surge of satisfaction. This was only the beginning. She was determined to make Sandra and Malcolm taste the same bitterness she had endured! In the past, Bianca had always gone along with whatever Malcolm said, but now the balance of power in their household had completely shifted!
Later that afternoon, as Meryl was leaving, Lydia hurried after her. “Two such outstanding men fighting over you! Dalton almost got kicked out of the house by Chandler. Meryl, do you really think you’re that irresistible?” Lydia sneered.
Meryl turned around, purposely provoking her with a smile, “Yes, I do.”
Lydia’s eyes reddened, and she grabbed Meryl’s wrist tightly, “You stayed with Dalton in that villa for so long. Did you two sleep together?” This question had been tormenting Lydia’s mind for days. The mere thought of her beloved Dalton being intimate with Meryl was driving her to the brink of madness.
Meryl frowned with annoyance, “I’m not like you. I have some dignity. Besides, I’m long past any interest in Dalton.”
Lydia’s emotions spiraled out of control. “Two people alone in a villa… what happened? Meryl, why are you doing this to me? You’re already married to Chandler. Why do you have to steal my man? And those pictures! If there really was nothing between you two, how do you explain those pictures?”
Meryl replied coldly, “Your man is your responsibility. You’re the only one who thinks he’s worth anything.” She was done arguing and had no intention of continuing the conversation with Lydia.
Meryl shook off Lydia’s grip and turned to leave.
But suddenly, Lydia yelled out, “That baby you’re carrying, is it really Chandler’s, or is it Dalton’s?” Lydia’s suspicion wasn’t entirely without reason. The day before, she had overheard Dalton and Chandler arguing, with Dalton claiming that Meryl’s baby was his.
Meryl’s brows knitted in frustration at Lydia’s relentless accusations. “You’re out of your mind!” Meryl shot back.
Lydia was in a frenzy. “Do you think you’ve won? No, this isn’t over! Meryl, until the very end, who knows who will come out on top?” With those words, Lydia abruptly got into her car.
Meryl watched her for a few seconds, then got into her own car. Lydia stepped on the gas, speeding past Meryl’s car.
The next moment, she abruptly swerved in front of Meryl and then suddenly hit the brakes, slowing down.
This reckless driver!
As the two cars collided, Meryl’s mind went completely blank.