Devoted Love:The Billionaire's Precious Wife
Chapter 281

Chapter 281: Chapter 281

Rosemary grabbed Olga’s hair fiercely, just like how Olga treated Grace back then, making her actions even more ruthless.

"You treated Grandma like this, didn’t you?"

Rosemary held her hair with one hand, slapped her harshly with the other, and then shoved her away with force. Olga’s body hit the wall; the pain was so intense she couldn’t even muster a scream.

That’s exactly how she slapped Grace and then pushed her, causing Grace’s back to smash against the bed’s headboard.

Olga didn’t expect Rosemary to come today to recreate the "crime scene." She was so scared she wanted to call for help: "Help me, is anyone there?"

Rosemary suddenly turned her head, and one of her men immediately covered Olga’s mouth—just like how Olga covered Grace’s mouth back then.

Olga struggled to breathe. She fought hard but couldn’t resist the man’s strength.

"How does it feel to suffocate?" Rosemary asked coldly.

Olga didn’t expect this girl to be like a devil, devoid of humanity!

"Now you can experience how Grandma felt before she died."

Rosemary leaned against the bed, watching Olga about to suffocate, and then her man let go of Olga, allowing her to gasp for air before covering her mouth again. This cycle continued.

Olga struggled; she wanted to call for help, but Rosemary pulled out her phone and waved it in her hand.

"You want it?"

In despair, Olga looked at the phone in Rosemary’s hand, trying to grab it, but Rosemary’s man wouldn’t let her have it so easily.

"You want it? Well, you’re not getting it," Rosemary said coldly.

After being tortured by Rosemary for a while, Olga sat on the ground, gasping heavily and feeling like her brain was about to be deprived of oxygen.

She wanted to call for help, but not a sound could come out of her throat. She remembered the image of Grace suffocating; Grace must have felt the same, both furious and desperate.

"Admit your crimes, reflect in prison, be a good person, and stop doing evil things."

Rosemary finished, and seeing her not responding, she said coldly again, "Can’t you hear me? Are you deaf?"

Instinctively, Olga covered her ears, afraid Rosemary would yank her ears like she did with Grace’s.

Rosemary noticed her quick reaction: "You think you can escape?"

"Rosemary, what the hell do you want?"

"How many times Grandma was beaten, how much she suffered, how long her ears were pulled. I want you to pay back double!"

"I’m still your mother! If you treat me like this, you’ll go to hell!"

"The one who’ll go to hell first is definitely you," Rosemary said coldly. "You still want to talk about feelings with me?"

"Even if you don’t acknowledge me as your mother, what about Attlee? He’s the father you’ve called for eighteen years, Grace’s biological son. If Grace saw you put her biological son in prison and destroy everything about the Harris family—"

"I forgot to tell you," Rosemary leaned against the wall, looking cold and fierce. "I’ve already verified on my way to the engagement party that Grandma did have a son that year, but he died shortly after birth. To spare her the sorrow, Grandpa adopted an abandoned baby boy."

"What are you saying?" Olga was in disbelief.

"So until the last moment of Grandma’s life, she didn’t know that Attlee wasn’t her biological son. While Grandpa was alive, even though he knew the truth, he raised Attlee as his own."

Olga shook her head, her face as pale as a ghost. "No, that can’t be."

"Believe it or not, that’s on you," Rosemary had already anticipated her reaction and said nonchalantly. "By the way, before I came here, I had a DNA test done. Attlee and Grandma aren’t blood-related."

Olga turned even paler, as if the last glimmer of hope had vanished. She whispered, "No, that’s not true."

If Attlee and Grace weren’t blood-related, then Attlee had zero ties with the Harris family. They couldn’t inherit anything from the Harris family, and, on the contrary, Rosemary wouldn’t let them off the hook because of past relationships.

No wonder Rosemary was so ruthless at the engagement party, humiliating them. She even slapped her and kicked her.

So, Rosemary knew about this all along.

Before, Rosemary helped them because Attlee was Grace’s only son!

But now.

"You’re lying! You’re lying! You’re making this up!" Olga shouted. "You just want to see me make a fool of myself, so you made up this excuse!"

"You’re pathetic," Rosemary gave her a cold look, then casually turned to her henchmen and said, "You two, have fun torturing her."

"Rosemary, Rosemary!" As Olga saw Rosemary’s retreating figure, she rushed forward, begging on her knees, "Please spare my life. I didn’t mean to kill your Grandma!"

Rosemary turned around, seeing her crying her eyes out and trembling with fear. She said indifferently, "You’re begging me not because you realize your mistakes, but because you know your last hope is gone."

Without the protection of blood ties, it would be easy for Rosemary to deal with them.

"Rosemary, we’ve been together for 18 years, and even though I wasn’t much in your life, I still considered you my daughter! It was all because of the priest’s nonsense. The day you were born, there was a fire and an explosion in the hospital. A few days later, Attlee and I went to the church to pray and met a priest. He said a daughter would bring misfortune to our life, making our future hard. We thought about the fire on your birth day, and on the way back from the church, I fell down some steps. So, we distanced ourselves from you and handed you over to Grace. I was too trusting in what the priest said."

So, that was it.

Rosemary laughed coldly, saying, "The priest was pretty accurate."

Olga was stunned, not understanding what Rosemary meant.

"Yolanda is indeed the curse in your life, not me. She’s the one who ruined you." With that, Rosemary turned and walked away.

Olga collapsed on the ground, only realizing after much thought that since they brought Yolanda home, the Harris family had indeed faced many difficulties.

Could it be that the misfortune the priest spoke of wasn’t about Rosemary but about Yolanda?

With that thought, Olga was filled with regret. She hadn’t expected that believing in the priest’s words would put her in such a predicament.

If she had been a bit nicer to Rosemary over the past 18 years, perhaps her fate would be different.

After Rosemary left, her henchmen took turns torturing Olga, dunking her head underwater until she was about to suffocate, then letting her come up for air, and repeating it.

They also physically abused her, tormenting her for a while.