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    At the moment, Tilda, with her hair in disarray, was seated by the bed, sping her mother’s frail hand.Copyright N?v/el/Dra/ma.Org.


    Tears filled her eyes.


    Her mother had finally awakened from hera, and she had experienced the brief moments of maternal affection, but she had not anticipated that her mother would be driven to death by Ivy.


    Her vision blurred with tears, and she began to cry out loud.


    “Mom, please don’t sleep.


    Wake up.


    There’s so much I want to tell you, so many fascinating stories to share.


    Please, don’t leave me!”


    Her cries filled the room with sorrow, while Elma, holding a tearful Sheldon, looked both angry and sad.


    She stared fiercely at Renata and Ivy, who were standing nearby, wishing she could confront them.


    Ivy, her hair unkempt, sat in a wheelchair.


    Her face was swollen and marked with scratches.


    It was evident she had been assaulted.


    Renata stood by her side, her expression grim, as she tried to console her.


    Her look towards Tilda was filled with malice.


    Ivy’s hair got pulled out in big bunches, and she was suffering terribly.


    She said with hatred, “Mom, don’t just stand there.


    Call the police! That wretch Tilda nearly murdered me!”


    Upon hearing this, Renata looked over at the two bodyguards at the door, her expression turning even grimmer.


    She did not expect that Tilda had enlisted bodyguards.


    They had restrained her and her daughter earlier, enabling Tilda to attack her daughter without interference.


    Had it not been for the medical team barging in, her daughter might have been fatally beaten.


    “Don’t worry, your father will be here shortly.


    Let’s see how he handles his arrogant daughter.


    ”


    Upon hearing this, Tilda dried her tears and her expression became steely.


    “Why not call the police? Go ahead.


    I also want them to look into my mom’s death.


    ”


    Ivy’s eyes darted around, then she scoffed.


    “Tilda, what’s that supposed to mean? Are you using me of being responsible for your mom’s death?”


    “Isn’t it true?” Filled with rage, Tilda red at her.


    “You presented my mom with a report and talked nonsense to her, which enraged her to death.


    How is that different from murder?”


    Ivy responded with a dismissive snort, “I talked nonsense to her? Are you saying the contents of my report aren’t true?”


    She looked at Sheldon, pointing at him.


    “This boy is your son from another man.


    I merely stated the truth.


    Your mother died from shock.


    If anyone is a murderer here, it’s you! Your promiscuous behavior was responsible for your mother’s death!”


    It took a month for the investigation results toe in.


    As Ivy had suspected, Sheldon was Tilda’s biological son!