Shining Bright After Rebirth (Diana and Steven) novel Chapter 969

Chapter 969 Your Reputation Is Ruined
"Jenny," Diana said, her voice low, "I'll give you the address in ten days. Be careful, okay? I'm hanging up now, but I'll send you some gifts later."

"Jenny..." Diana wanted to ask more, but Jenny had already ended the call.

Diana's mind raced, and a question she hadn't considered before began to gnaw at her.

Andrew wasn't Steven's biological father—so where was Steven's real dad?

Jenny had sounded in a surprisingly good mood on the phone, so had she always known the truth?

Had she kept quiet because of how easily Steven was manipulated by Queenie back then?

But no, that didn't make sense.

Diana, having been a mother herself, knew all too well the lengths a mother would go for her child.

Just like in her past life, when Steven found out she was pregnant, he tried to imprison her, threatening to take the child from her if she didn't obey.

She hadn't fought back, staying locked in that mansion for three months, all for the sake of giving birth to her child—and ultimately, meeting her death.

She stood up, her thoughts spinning as the pieces of the puzzle began to fall into place.

With every new truth she uncovered this past year, she couldn't shake the feeling that Leopold was hiding something from her too.

Diana let out a heavy sigh, expelling the tension from her chest.

She gazed out the window at the swirling snow, her long lashes fluttering as she smiled softly. Her perfect eyebrows arched slightly, and she spoke to herself in a whisper, "Steven, who are we really to each other? Am I your pawn, or are you mine?"

The more she thought about it, the more it seemed like Jenny was the hidden mastermind, the one pulling the strings from the shadows.

But who had sent her away all those years ago?

All Diana knew for sure was that Jenny had always been the kind of mother who would do anything for Steven.

In her past life, Jenny had been committed to a mental institution under the guise of being mentally ill, and from that point on, Diana had never seen her again.

Diana stood there for a moment longer, before sitting back down on the bed, lost in thought.

The closer she got to the truth, the more she realized how far-reaching this web of lies stretched.

It was like peeling an onion—every layer revealed something new, and none of it made the situation any clearer.

*****

The next morning, George woke up to find Queenie sitting beside him, her face a mask of concern and worry. His eyes burned with anger.

Even though he was awake, every time he closed his eyes, he was pulled back into the nightmare.

In it, he was beaten mercilessly, blood pouring from his wounds, his entire body aching in pain.

He couldn't understand it—how had his Christmas ended like this?

A night that should have been full of joy had turned into one of the most humiliating experiences of his life.

"George, you're awake," Queenie said, her voice trembling with relief. Her eyes were red from crying, and she clutched his hand tightly.

George looked at her, his voice soft. "Don't cry. I'm fine. Just a little headache."

Queenie let out a deep sigh of relief and explained, "The doctor said you have a mild concussion. They'll need to keep you under observation for another week before you can leave the hospital. I'll call the doctor to come check on you."

"Alright," George replied, his voice hoarse.