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“What right do you have to object, huh, Dylan!”
The last three words were bitten particularly hard by Paula, as if reminding Brenton of his identity at that moment.
“You talk about being a widow, my daughter has been a widow for almost two years for your brother. You talk about suffering, my daughter has endured so much suffering. Even if we owe you more, my daughter has already paid off this debt.”
“Moreover, if anyone were to oppose, it should be my daughter’s husband, your brother Brenton, your uncle, or even a stranger with no relation to my daughter. What are you opposing for?”
“No, no, I am Brenton!”
“Boom!”
Another clap of thunder sounded, and the chaotic scene suddenly fell
silent.
Everyone looked at Brenton in disbelief, their mouths hanging open in astonishment.
Did they hear wrong?
What was he just saying? Did he say he was Brenton?
Oh my goodness!
Crystal on the side was shocked in place, even forgetting about her
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own aching stomach.
She didn’t care about anything else, she grabbed Brenton’s hand and said, “Dylan, what are you talking about?”
“Yeah, even if you want to keep your sister–in–law, you shouldn’t say such nonsense. Isn’t he afraid of his brother coming to find him at night?”
“Yeah, I think Dylan, you really confused!”
Paula looked at the person in front of her who was impatiently revealing their identity, and let out a cold laugh.
“What evidence do you have to prove that you are Brenton? We all saw Brenton’s body with our own eyes before, and we also saw his coffin being buried.”
“Yes, you can eat messily, but you can’t speak carelessly!”
“Dylan, you can’t joke about this kind of thing!”
Brenton stood still, his hands clenched into fists, his brow furrowed in confusion and struggle. After a while, he finally looked up, each word he spoke was particularly firm.
“I am Brenton, not Dylan.”
“The person who died that year was my brother, not me.”
Brenton still overestimated himself.
He had intended to wait until Crystal’s child was born before revealing.
the truth.
Now they were forcing his wife, his Leanna, to leave him.
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They approached step by step, catching him off guard and leaving him helpless.
He couldn’t lose Leanna.
As for Crystal, he had been with her for so many years, and had also given her a child. Even if she lost him in the future, she would be able to live on strong.
“Boom!”
The thunder rumbled, followed closely by a heavy downpour. Raindrops, like bullets, strung along the eaves of the house, falling intermittently and hitting the awning. The noisy rain made it difficult. to hear the voice of the man in the crowd.
But Crystal, who was right next to Brenton, heard everything clearly. Her mind went blank as if struck by lightning, and she shook her head in disbelief, taking a few steps back. The dull pain of her knee hitting the corner of the table made her stumble and fall to the ground.
“Dylan, were you joking?”
For the past two years, the husband who used to embrace her every night, whispering words of love while repeatedly asking for her, now stood in the crowd, telling everyone with cold words the cruel truth.
He was not her husband at all, but her younger brother–in–law!
He was the husband of Leanna, whom she detested the most!
She looked up at the man, trembling, and said, “Are you joking with me, aren’t you?”
Crystal looked at Brenton’s face, only to find it suddenly distorted and blurred under the light.
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The questions that had always puzzled her in her heart now all have
answers.
He, who had a big change in personality and hobbies, who would occasionally show concern for the widowed Leanna, even driving away potential suitors that he introduced to her, he who would look at her with deep affection in bed, but always seemed to be looking at someone else through her, he who would always be the first to rush to her side when Leanna was hurt, he who drunkenly barged into
Leanna’s room….
Everything finally had an answer at this moment.
The chandelier swayed in the pouring rain, and Crystal finally let out a broken sob. The sound grew louder, just like the cry Leanna had when she found out her husband had “sacrificed” himself two years ago – miserable, desperate, and sorrowful.
After two years of delay, she finally experienced the grief of losing her husband today.
Finally unable to withstand the blow, she rolled her eyes and passed out completely, and blood slowly flowed from under her, staining her white dress red bit by bit!
“Blood, so much blood!”
“Someone had a miscarriage, hurry, call a car!”
