Forced to Marry the Sickly Billionaire
Chapter 230: The Biological Mother of Grace Summers

Chapter 230: Chapter 230: The Biological Mother of Grace Summers

"Declan, you’ve finally come back, waah... Hurry and save your sister! Serena framed her so horribly, yet she’s still so arrogant!" Mrs. Summers couldn’t help but gnash her teeth with hatred in her eyes when she mentioned Serena.

But Declan looked on indifferently, his gaze landing on the hand his mother held on his arm. He pursed his lips and asked, "Mom, do you really think Grace is innocent?"

Mrs. Summers was taken aback by his question, "What do you mean by that? Grace is the girl we watched growing up, aren’t you clear about her character? I don’t believe she would do such a thing."

"Then take a good look at this." Declan took out his mobile phone from his pocket and searched for the video circulating online.

In the video, Grace’s features were twisted as she clutched a knife, her eyes filled with loathing as she lunged toward Serena, cursing, "Serena, you bitch, go die!" How could someone who is truly kind do something so extreme?

And upon closer analysis, it is evident that all Serena did was fight back against everything Grace had done to her.

So, is it that only Grace can set traps for Serena, while Serena can’t fight back?

What kind of logic is that?

Therefore, what Serena did was not wrong.

Yet, Mrs. Summers was like someone possessed, shaking her head frantically, "No, it’s absolutely impossible! This is not true!"

"Mom, the evidence is right before your eyes, how long are you going to deceive yourself?"

Mrs. Summers’s eyes reddened instantly.

Ever since Serena went missing nineteen years ago, Mrs. Summers’s mental state had been very unstable.

That was the flesh that fell from her body, and the daughter she had long looked forward to.

When Serena disappeared, Mrs. Summers was more devastated than anyone.

Because of that, she nearly fell into depression.

It was the arrival of Grace that rescued her from the darkness with no glimmer of light.

Gradually, she transferred all her love to Grace, to the point of spoiling her.

She couldn’t accept that the simple and kind-hearted daughter in her heart would do such a malicious thing.

Declan, of course, understood what was in his mother’s heart.

He sighed deeply and gently patted Mrs. Summers’s shoulder.

He no longer tried to persuade her, but instead said, "I don’t object to you speaking for Grace, after all, she’s the daughter you’ve raised for over a decade. But have you forgotten? Serena, she’s also your daughter, your own flesh and blood."

After saying that, Declan gestured to Evan, who had been silent the whole time, and led him into the police station.

He came today to hand over the evidence he had retained to the authorities.

Especially the part where Grace incited Alexander Forrest to rape Serena, which he highlighted clearly.

He had consulted with the lawyer, incitement to crime is also a crime.

For the past nineteen years, his excessive affection and favoritism for Grace had been enough.

From now on, he wouldn’t treat her the same way as before.

Grace was being held in a room, and after waiting a long time without Mr. Summers and Mrs. Summers coming, she was extremely anxious.

Just when she was feeling utterly despondent, someone suddenly opened the door.

"Grace, someone’s here to see you."

Grace quickly lifted her gaze towards the direction of the door.

When Mrs. Summers saw Grace, she couldn’t help but feel heartache, but before she could speak, Grace complained, "Why are you so late? I’ve been here for so long, why did you only come now?"

Mrs. Summers froze, looking at Grace with a stranger’s gaze.

Grace had always been gentle, kind, and understanding, never speaking to her with such a tone before.

Mrs. Summers was taken aback for a moment.

After saying those words, Grace also realized something was amiss.

She looked embarrassed, a bit regretful, and then softened her tone, "Sorry, Mom, I didn’t mean to lose my temper at you, I was just too anxious, you have no idea how scared I am here..."

As she spoke, tears could not help but fall, like pearls off a broken string.

She was frail and pale, her eyes now red and swollen as she looked down and wiped her tears, appearing pitifully delicate.

Mrs. Summers felt as if her heart was breaking.

She stepped forward, took Grace’s hand, and said softly, "Grace, you must feel so wronged. Wait for Mommy, I will definitely rescue you as soon as possible!"

"Really?" Grace’s eyes lit up, but the next moment, they showed hesitation, "But the Shaw Family is involved, can you really get me out of here?"

Mrs. Summers naturally had her doubts, but faced with Grace’s hopeful eyes, she gritted her teeth and said: "Of course! Just wait and see, I will definitely get you out!"

"Thank you, Mommy!" Grace broke into a smile through her tears.

Unnoticed by others, a hint of coldness flickered in the depths of her eyes.

No matter what it cost, she had to get out; she refused to stay in such a dirty place.

Moreover, her plan had not even started yet.

After this incident, Lucas’s impression of her must have hit rock bottom.

It was all Serena Summers’ fault! If it weren’t for her, how could Lucas have stepped in to take the hit?

Now, her entire plan had been disrupted.

Once Mrs. Summers made the promise, she regretted it.

After all, they were facing Lucas Shaw, a person the Summers Family could only look up to in their lifetime.

She walked out of the police station alone, her expression somewhat vacant. Was there really no way out?

Just before getting into the car, someone suddenly flashed through Mrs. Summers’ mind.

But she quickly dismissed the thought.

What was she thinking?

How could he possibly be willing to help her? She had left defiantly, saying she would never return in this lifetime.

If she went back now, wouldn’t she be mocked?

Perhaps, it would be better to go to Henry Summers.

"Go to the company," she instructed the driver in a low voice.

However, what she didn’t know was that Henry Summers had arrived at the police station just after she left.

He parked his car, unbuckled his seatbelt, and got out.

A tall and enchanting woman stepped out with him.

The woman, walking in high heels, wore a fitted pencil dress and black stockings, which added a touch of sexiness to her.

The corners of her eyes bore the signs of years, but her makeup was so impeccable it made people unconsciously overlook her age.

"Henry, wait for me," she cooed, following closely behind with her serpentine waist and small steps.

Henry’s expression was somewhat cold, but he stopped anyway.

"Yalena, you must not speak carelessly later, you understand? If someone finds out, I could be ruined," Henry warned her in a cold tone.

Yalena immediately nodded and replied, "I understand. I’ve just missed my daughter so much, I wanted to come and see her. Don’t worry, I won’t speak carelessly!"

Yalena was Grace’s biological mother.

She was Henry’s first love, but was forced to break up with him and married off to someone else by her family.

However, her marriage was far from happy.

Her husband abused her every day when he got drunk.

Henry still remembered the reunion with her, battered and bruised.