Hannah was still gritting her teeth. "I didn’t!"
Selina ignored her desperate denial. "As for how Mrs. Hill managed to get that drug..."
Her eyes narrowed, the smile on her lips sharp enough to cut.
"Mrs. Hill, should I say it out loud?"
"Shut up! Shut up!!" Hannah’s face flushed red, her expression twisted and wild.
What she didn’t realize was that the entire Hill estate had already been surrounded by armed police. Beyond the gate stood a crowd of officials and dignitaries, all watching Hannah’s every move—waiting for her to break.
Selina’s smile deepened, cold and deliberate.
"My grandfather once wrote a confession letter."
The crowd stirred. A confession letter was written only by someone reflecting on their own crimes. But Mr. Brooks had been a nationally recognized scientist who had made countless contributions to the country. What crime could he possibly have committed?
Selina quickly answered that unspoken question.
"The Brooks family has always been known for its scientific research. Over the decades, our breakthroughs have been numerous. Fifty years ago, the Brooks family’s main focus was pharmacology."
That much was common knowledge. The family had shifted fields over time, but nothing seemed unusual about that.
"During one of their research projects," Selina continued, "the Brooks scientists developed a drug. They soon discovered its horrifying side effect—it could control the human mind."
Her voice dropped. "My grandfather ordered every trace of it destroyed. But someone with ulterior motives caught wind of the formula and sought to exploit it. Since they couldn’t approach the Brooks family directly—they turned to the wealthy Hill family instead."
Selina’s gaze fell squarely on Hannah.
"And not long after that... Mrs. Hannah Hill was suddenly adopted by Matt Hill."
Her lips curved into a chilling smile.
"Don’t you think the timing was a little too convenient?"
Hannah gritted her teeth. "Coincidence! I was adopted because of fate!"
Selina’s tone was almost amused. "Fate? Mrs. Hill, you may have come from an orphanage, but that orphanage wasn’t wealthy. The children there barely had enough to eat. Only one stood out—you. Pretty face, fair skin, healthy body."
She took a step closer, her voice slow and deliberate.
"Most people don’t adopt children over ten years old—they’re too grown to bond easily. But if every other child in that orphanage was thin, timid, and sickly, while one little girl—Miss Hannah—was tall, pale, and well-mannered..."
She smiled coldly.
"Who do you think caught Matt’s eye first?"
Selina’s tone hardened, each word landing like a hammer.
"Originally, Matt had planned to adopt another child—a five-year-old girl. But in the end, you were the one who ended up in the Hill family. Tell me, Mrs. Hill... were you really an orphan?"
Her voice cut through the room, pressing in on Hannah.
"Or let me put it another way—were you truly sent to that orphanage as an orphan?"
The weight of her words made the air feel suffocating.
Hannah forced out a single word through clenched teeth. "Of course—"
Selina played an audio recording.
’Mr. Curtis, I swear I’m telling the truth. That girl, Hannah, she wasn’t dropped off like the others. A wealthy man brought her himself. She didn’t cry, didn’t make a fuss. I thought maybe she’d been abandoned and wanted to call the police...’
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