Chapter 837 Confession

Lying on the bed, Charlotte was furious. Her marriage and family, which she had worked hard for so long, would soon be destroyed.

Her did not eradicate her enemy who now come back to revenge her.

In fact, Mary was the one she should kill the most. How could she live till today? With just one mistake, she lost everything.

What should she do now?

Is she going to give up so easily and give this family back to that bitch Mary?

No, she was not reconciled, not reconciled!

She tried her best to figure out a way, entangled and contradictory, and did not close her eyes until midnight.

The midnight wind blew outside the window, and the door was pushed open with a bang.

There was no light in the room. It was very dark.

Charlotte fumbled to turn on the light, but the light was not on. It seemed that the electricity was off.

Damn it! Even the light bullied her! She cursed in her throat. When she was about to get up and close the door, she suddenly heard the sound of crunching, like the rotation of a wheelchair.

Her heart skipped a beat and jumped to her throat.

"Who? Who is outside?" she roared.

A cold light flashed through the door, and then a wheelchair slowly rolled in.

The person in the wheelchair looked pale and ferocious.

Charlotte fell to the ground in horror, "You... Who are you?"

"Charlotte, don't you even know me?" The woman in the wheelchair stared at her coldly, which made Charlotte tremble with fear.

"Mom... You... Aren't you dead already?"

"I died with regret, so Yama asked me to come to you! I gave birth to you and raised you, but you killed me in order to take over your sister's husband and family. You are simply heartless and crazy!" the woman in the wheelchair shouted angrily.

The color on Charlotte's face completely faded away, as pale as a piece of paper. Her face twisted with ferocity. "You forced me. I have run this family for so many years. I brought up Zac and Walt with hard work. I have done so much, and I have spent most of my life in this family. Why should I give it to Mary? If I gave it to her, what should I do?"

"This family doesn't belong to you!" The person in the wheelchair said coldly, "When you came back from France, I found at a glance that you were not Mary. You begged me, begged me to keep this secret and not to tell anyone. You told me, you are doing this for Mary, for Walt and Zac and Albert. If Albert marries a new wife and gives birth to a child, this new wife will definitely not accept the two children. In order to have a smooth inheritance of the family business, she will try her best to kill them. But you are different. Zac and Walt are your nephews, and you have lost the ability to conceive. You will treat them as your own sons. I was convinced by you. I didn't tell you the secret for the sake of Z

ople's lives. If she was sentenced according to the law, she must be sentenced to death!

Mary's heart skipped a beat when she heard this.

After the security guards took Charlotte away, Mary went into Albert's room.

Holding her shoulder, Albert felt guilty and sorry. He was not a good husband. He didn't even know that his wife had been changed. For so many years, he had let her live alone outside.

"I'm sorry, Mary. I'm sorry. Let's start over, okay? I'll make it up to you."

"Can we start over again?" Mary lowered her head. Her thick eyelashes scratched a sad shadow on her skin.

"Yes, we can. It's not too late." Albert held her in his arms. He would love her well and compensate her with all the love he owed her in his life.

After a long time, Mary said in a low voice, "Will Charlotte really be sentenced to death?"

"Death is also a relief for her." Albert snorted.

"She did a lot of bad things. She killed my mother. I can't forgive her. But anyway, she is my sister. Let her live," Mary pleaded.

Albert sighed, "You are too kind, or you won't be hurt by that woman many times."

"It's all our fault. We fell in love with the same man. Otherwise, we wouldn't have hated each other like today," Mary said painfully.

"This man is not a good husband. He didn't protect his wife well and made her suffer so much." Albert looked at her with pleading for understanding.

"Albert, don't say that. It's not your fault." Mary shook her head. She had never blamed him.

In the hall downstairs, Walt poured two glasses of wine and handed one to Zac. "It's so horrible. The mommy we have called for thirty years is aunt! It's risky to marry the identical twins. Your wife may be replaced at any time," he said indifferently, as if he didn't care who his mother was.

"Brother, you can still make fun of such a serious thing." Essie squinted at him.