Three Little Guardian Angels Chapter 2015

Frevia gnashed her teeth.

“Mother, Deedee is innocent! You shouldn‘t treat her like this!”

“Innocent?” Sandy sneered and lifted her chin with her cigarette holder.

“That b*tch gave up her own life just to give birth to this useless piece of cr*p. She didn‘t even inherit
the slightest shrewdness from her father. Who‘s to blame for that?”

Freyja was trembling with anger.

“You‘ve already forced her father to his death! Do you plan to push his only daughter in the same
direction too?”

Sandy slapped her ferociously.

The half of her face that tushed away looked extremely discomposed.

“Shut your mouth!” Sandy‘s expression looked horrifying.

“Nollace Knowles is the one who killed Ken!”

Freyja raised her head and laughed out loud, ignoring her swollen cheek.

“You‘ve completely lost your sanity. You keep saying that Nollace is the person who killed Ken, but it‘s
just your way of comforting yourself.“

“Presumptuous!” Sandy grabbed Freyja‘s hair.

“You b*tch! How dare you piss me off right here!?”



Freyja forced a smile.

“I may be a b*tch, but I‘m still a piece of meat that came out of your body. However, I‘ve never expected
you to feel bad for me. After all, you should‘ve strangled me to death. You shouldn‘t have let me live
and made me bear all these sufferings that come from you!”

The resentment surging from the bottom of her eyes was no less than that of Sandy’s. It was as if the
hatred that had been accumulating over time had completely erupted at this moment, and she even
regretted that she had been born into the arms of such a mother. Unfortunately, it was something that
she could not even choosé. ‘Life would‘ve been better if I were to have died in her womb from the very
beginning.

‘Ever since I was born, I‘ve never been treated well and loved by my own mother. I‘ve always been
superfluous to that family. I‘ve never gotten any warmth that anyone should get from their home, not
even a hint of it. All I‘ve ever gotten is my own mother‘s cold and disdainful gaze. It‘s my home, but it‘s
as if I‘ve been living the life of a foster child. Isn‘t that ironic?

‘And the only good quality my cowardly father has taught me is perseverance and hope. I thought I was
not as excellent as Ken back then, which is why my mother didn‘t acknowledge me. I also thought that
as long as I was as sensible and obedient as Ken was, I could be accepted by my mother.

‘However, facts have proven to me that no matter how excellent and obedient I‘ve become, all I‘ll get is
the usual disdain from my mother.

‘I sometimes wonder, if I were not Ken‘s younger sister but his younger brother, would my mother have
treated me better? ‘However, one doesn‘t get so many is in the world we live in.‘




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