Return Of The Real Heiress: Secrets And Masks novel Chapter 617

Chapter 617

As soon as Lydia finished her sentence, someone violently knocked over a priceless vase. It shattered on the ground, scattering sharp shards of porcelain.

The loud sound startled many of the servants present, and screams rang out. Stella and Lydia were also startled.

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Stella’s fright was visible to the naked eye, while Lydia, though seemingly frightened, would glance in the direction of Jagger and Cora from time to time.

It was Jagger who had knocked over the glass. He looked disgusted, abhorrent, and furious.

Cora, beside him, also had a look of displeasure and contempt on her face.

She couldn’t help but say, “Very well, this is how you deceived me, deceived our Walton family. Lydia, you’ve known all these years, why hide it?”

“It was Dad… It was Dad… And, and I was afraid you would dislike me if I told you…” Lydia wanted to retort.

Before she could finish, Cora spoke again, “You should know what kind of family the Waltons are. What do should do now?

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“Do you know what a disgrace the word ‘dancer‘ is to our family? I thought, I thought you were really the daughter of intellectuals. I didn’t expect. I really didn’t expect.

“We Waltons are so naive and gullible. No wonder, no wonder your words and deeds sometimes seem so strange.

“If you were normal, you wouldn’t have thrown sulfuric acid at Jean when so many people were at the Waltons‘ for Jemma’s tea party.

“So, that’s it. That’s how it is. It’s your mother’s cheap genes that are to blame.”

These words were spoken by Cora, and each one stabbed into Lydia’s heart like a needle.

“Grandma, why do you say that everything is my fault? Do you think I want this? Who doesn’t want a normal and happy life and family?” Lydia said coldly.

She continued, “Besides, what’s wrong with being a dancer? It’s just a profession to make a living. If someone had a good family background, who would choose to do such a job?

“And if you have to blame someone, you should blame your son, my biological father. He couldn’t control himself, and it’s all his fault that I have been struggling to survive.

“You think I wanted to throw acid on Jean? That was just a play your son arranged to seize power.”

Hearing this, Jagger shouted, “Enough!”

Along with the roar, an ashtray came from nowhere and hit Lydia on the right side of her forehead. As the ashtray landed, blood flowed from where she was hit.

If Lydia hadn’t moved a little to the side a second before the ashtray arrived, it would have hit her right in the head.

In the past, the first person to exclaim would have been Stella, but not this time.