Chapter 4My Family Thought My Daughter Was Dead, So They Tried to Kill Me

Two security guards dragged me to the storage room.

The door was locked from the outside, and there wasn't even a window.

"Eleanor? Eleanor?"

A weak voice suddenly came from under the door.

I struggled to look, pressed against the floor.

But I only saw a pair of shoe soles.

"Eleanor, it's Chloe. Are you okay? Can I help you with anything?"

I clutched the door, my heart pounding.

Chloe hadn't been working for us long. Vivian had helped her after she experienced domestic abuse, and hired her as a cleaner.

I didn't know if I could trust her, but I had to take the risk now!

"Chloe, sweetie, can you get my phone for me?"

I had to contact Vivian. I needed her to come back quickly.

"I'll go right now," Chloe's footsteps quickly retreated.

I prayed silently in the darkness.

Time had never felt so long…

Suddenly, a bag was slipped under the door.

It was my phone, along with two painkillers!

Good girl, Chloe! Vivian absolutely has to give you a raise when she gets back!

I huddled in the corner and pulled out my phone.

It hadn't been charged for a day and a night, and the battery was only at three percent.

I quickly dialed Vivian's number, but the call couldn't connect.

Then I called Vivian's assistant, Marcus. It rang!

Each buzz of the connection slammed against my heart.

Just then, the sound of a key turning in the lock echoed from outside the door!

Every hair on my body stood on end.

As the door opened, Serena walked in.

At the same moment, the assistant's call connected.

"Eleanor? Are you looking for Vivian?"

"Quickly come back…"

I saw Serena discover me.

I shouted desperately, but she snatched the phone away from me.

She intended to see who I was calling.

But the phone died right then.

She narrowed her eyes. "Eleanor, you truly are restless, aren't you?"

I leaned against the wall:

"Serena, my daughter is coming back. When she does, you'll be even more miserable than you were years ago."

After all, back then, under Vivian's threats, Robert had abandoned Serena on the spot.

Everyone who knew her knew she was a shameless and failed mistress.

She had lost all dignity, ostracized by everyone.

Perhaps she recalled her own humiliation from back then.

Serena gritted her teeth, crouched down, and grabbed my hair.

"Eleanor! Vivian is dead! Her personal effects have been sent back from the airport. There are even fragments of a gift she was bringing for you. Her body was vaporized! What do you have to be so arrogant about?"

I scoffed:

"Did I hit a nerve? Serena, you have a messed-up marriage and a daughter who barely acknowledges you, so you coveted my husband and resented me for having a wonderful daughter. You lost this game a long time ago."

Serena's mouth twitched involuntarily.

She raised her hand, poised to strike me.

I closed my eyes, only to hear a sharp 'CRACK!'

But no sting on my cheek?

Opening my eyes, I saw she had slapped herself?

Tears welled in Serena's eyes. "Eleanor, why would you do this to me?"

Almost simultaneously, Robert walked in through the doorway.

He saw her clutching her cheek, her voice thick with emotion.

He immediately helped her up.

"I just came to ask Eleanor if she wanted something to eat, but she called me delusional and hit me."

"Robert, it hurts so much."

Serena's tears streamed down her face.

Robert's eyes instantly blazed with fury.

His eyes wide with rage, he roared at me:

"You wretched woman! Someone, throw her into the basement!"