Chapter 364: The Wicked Are Ground Down by the Wicked

Chapter 364: Chapter 364: The Wicked Are Ground Down by the Wicked

Even now, Cassandra Lynch didn’t forget to cast herself as the victim, a tactic to win the sympathy of those around her.

For more than a decade, this was how she had operated, and this method had never failed her.

Unfortunately for her, today she was up against Arabella Donovan.

"Oh, so now you’re one of the hardworking, honest, poor masses? You switch identities so flexibly. Weren’t you the one just reminding me that I was the one cast out, that I’d suffered so much, endured so many hardships, and was too poor to even attend school?

If we’re going to get technical, the ’wild girl from a poor background’ should be me, not you, the pampered young lady who has enjoyed over a decade of luxury in the Lynch Family. Every other word out of your mouth is ’poor background,’ ’the lower class.’ Have the masses given you permission to represent them?"

"Exactly! We may not have much money, but at least our hearts aren’t wicked. Even if we can’t help others, at least we don’t go around trying to harm them. We’re nothing like you, an ungrateful, born-rotten person who’d take a life for your own selfish gain. Don’t you dare speak for me. You’re bad luck!"

"Yeah, don’t represent me either. I don’t want you representing me."

"Me neither! Me neither..."

No matter where you go, you’ll always find a crowd of onlookers who love a good drama. The commotion inside the coffee shop had already attracted the attention of many passersby, and a large group of them had now gathered at the entrance.

Before all this, the Lynch and Donovan families, in order to set the stage and better control the situation, had spoken directly with the coffee shop manager and rented out the entire venue for the afternoon.

Therefore, even though these onlookers were disrupting business, the shop’s employees were perceptive enough to ignore them. While serving their remaining customers, they were also secretly enjoying the show along with everyone else.

"You... you people..."

Cassandra Lynch had never imagined she would one day be on the opposite side of the public. Facing the crowd’s malicious verbal assault, her face turned deathly pale. She stumbled back two steps, the very picture of a pitiful damsel being bullied by a mob.

Arabella Donovan crossed her arms, looking down on Cassandra’s performance with a sneer. "There’s a saying: ’The only way to keep a secret is to not do the deed in the first place.’ Six years ago, no matter how calculating you were, you were still just a middle school girl. You had the malice to harm someone, but your methods weren’t particularly brilliant, and your cleanup afterward wasn’t necessarily perfect."

"It’s just that, at the time, everyone’s attention was on those two desperate kidnappers. They naturally assumed the kidnapping was meticulously planned by those career criminals. Of course, no one would suspect the poor, pitiful little sister who was so concerned for her older cousin’s safety. But if someone had actually bothered to investigate, did you really think they wouldn’t find any clues?"

The color drained from Cassandra Lynch’s face, but she clenched her jaw and remained silent.

Arabella didn’t expect a confession anyway. She continued mockingly, "And even if there’s no proof of that, it’s not the only evil thing you’ve done."

Cassandra Lynch’s eyes narrowed. She desperately wanted Arabella to shut up, but she worried that speaking up would make her look guilty in front of everyone. For a moment, she was trapped in an impossible situation.

"Let’s not talk about distant events. This was about two years ago. Your biological father, the human trafficker who was caught, was released from prison after serving his sentence. Because your birth mother—the one who was hopelessly devoted—made arrangements before she died, your biological father found out about his precious daughter the moment he got out."

Arabella was rather speechless just thinking about it.

’I have to say, that Holly Wagner was truly something else. She was on her deathbed and still didn’t forget to send word to her husband, telling him to find their biological daughter and live a good life. She really planned out the rest of his life for him. To have a mother like that... Cassandra Lynch is truly blessed.’

The Lynch Family nodded in agreement. Who could argue with that? This was a perfect case of wicked people getting their just desserts from other wicked people.

"Upon learning that his and Holly Wagner’s daughter had been switched to live as the young lady of a wealthy family, your birth father was ecstatic. He immediately took the proof of kinship and ran to find you, demanding money. At first, you refused to believe it was true, not until he used a little trick to get your DNA and ran a paternity test on his own initiative."

"Confronted with the evidence from the paternity test, you had no choice but to face reality and accept that you weren’t the real Miss Lynch, but the daughter of two human traffickers. Because of this, you began to worry that the truth would be discovered and you would no longer be able to enjoy the Lynch Family’s resources and affluent lifestyle. With your birth father’s help, you tracked down my fourth sister—the true heiress of the Lynch Family whom you had replaced."

Arabella Donovan’s eyes narrowed dangerously, and her words carried a distinct chill.

"Even before you knew your true identity, you were capable of secretly plotting against your own cousin out of jealousy—the cousin who had doted on you like a real little sister and gave you everything. So imagine what you’d do after finding out that everything you possessed had actually been stolen from someone else."

"It’s safe to say that as long as my fourth sister—this ticking time bomb—was alive, you couldn’t eat or sleep in peace. In a state of extreme panic, you decided to take a desperate risk. You had your birth father orchestrate a car accident to get rid of my fourth sister for good."

Hearing this, Mrs. Lynch, who was sitting next to Eloise Donovan, couldn’t help but grasp her hand.

Eloise Donovan was taken aback for a moment, then quickly covered the back of Mrs. Lynch’s hand with her own, comforting her. "Don’t worry, Mrs. Lynch. I’m fine."

"Yes, yes, thank goodness you’re all right. As long as you’re all right, that’s all that matters."

Zane Lynch and the others also had grim expressions, a mixture of anger and lingering fear. At the same time, they were a little confused.

If this really happened, then how did Eloise escape this disaster?

Back in the shop, Arabella Donovan quickly provided the answer: "You gave your birth father a sum of money and had him lie in wait on the route my fourth sister took to school. He was to pretend to be a truck driver suffering from fatigue, crash into my sister’s school bus, and ensure it was a total loss—car destroyed, everyone dead."

"At the same time, you bribed another truck driver, one who was terminally ill. The plan was to disguise the incident as a multi-car pile-up, which would also get rid of your birth father—that bottomless pit of greed and a ticking time bomb himself. That way, there would be one less person in the world who knew the truth, and the possibility of your identity being exposed would be even smaller."

"However, what you never expected was that he was a crafty old fox. Why would a scoundrel who was counting on his daughter to make him rich and support his retirement personally carry out something as dangerous as causing a car crash? So, in the end, he also paid off a driver to do the dirty work."

As Arabella spoke, she suddenly turned and moved closer to Cassandra Lynch. Cassandra was still reeling from how many details Arabella knew, her eyelid twitching uncontrollably. Seeing Arabella approach, she instinctively tried to back away.

"The two of you, father and daughter, planned everything so meticulously, but you never accounted for the fact that my fourth sister had a sudden stomach ache that day and took a last-minute sick day. The school bus that picked her up got the news in advance and took an alternate route. This meant that the terminally ill driver lying in wait nearby saw that same school bus coming from an unexpected direction and crashed into it anyway."