Forced to Marry the Sickly Billionaire-Chapter 282: The Truth Behind Serena Summers’ Disappearance

Chapter 282: Chapter 282: The Truth Behind Serena Summers’ Disappearance

Jeanette Lane stared at her, her tone somewhat accusatory, "What do you mean by that?"

"The literal meaning." Grace Summers looked at Jeanette disdainfully, a trace of pity flickering across her eyes.

But it was just for a split second before it disappeared.

Their father had already transferred all the Summers Group money to an overseas account, and today he was ready to take them, mother and daughter, away to start anew abroad.

Thus, Grace felt increasingly bold, momentarily carried away by pride, and blurted out the details of past events.

"Do you really think that Serena going missing was an accident? If she hadn’t disappeared, how could I have become the legitimate heiress of the Summers Family?"

Jeanette’s pupils suddenly contracted, and something seemed to explode in her mind with a "bang," deafening her.

She stood rooted to the spot for a long time before slowly coming back to her senses.

"No, it can’t be true! It can’t be!" She quickly turned her gaze to Henry Summers, her eyes full of questioning.

She wanted to hear it from him that everything Grace had said was false.

He wouldn’t do such a thing!

That was their own biological daughter!

But to her disappointment, as soon as Henry met her gaze, his eyes dodged away.

This reaction, witnessed by Jeanette, immediately confirmed Grace’s words.

Her legs gave way, and she collapsed to the ground, her expression growing dazed as she muttered, "No, it’s not like this! Henry, you are Serena’s biological father! How could you do this?"

The onlookers around them also sighed continuously.

What Grace implied was clear—Henry had, years ago, sacrificed his daughter with his official wife to ensure his mistress’s daughter could enter the Summers Family.

What a scandal of swapping characters!

This was even more thrilling than a TV drama!

Many people began whispering, pointing at Henry and Grace.

"I recognize him, that man is the former CEO of Summers Group who went bankrupt."

"Is that young woman Grace? Oh my god, I heard she was blacklisted in the entertainment industry, how did she become so unattractive?"

Hearing the surrounding people’s comments, Grace’s face turned ashen.

She had always valued her appearance greatly, spending a significant amount of money on maintenance every year.

But since leaving the entertainment industry, Henry’s attitude towards her had grown colder, and he hardly gave her any spending money.

Being a big spender, she hadn’t saved much.

Thus, she couldn’t afford meticulous upkeep anymore.

Plus, she had been stuck in the police station recently, eating and sleeping poorly, and had become so thin that only skin and bones remained.

She didn’t even dare to look in the mirror now.

The people’s words felt like daggers stabbing into her lungs.

Jeanette clenched her teeth and glared at Henry with bloodshot eyes, struggling to her feet and charging at him.

"Henry, you bastard! I’ve had enough of you!"

She had given up her own family and loved him for over twenty years for his sake.

But how had he treated her?

She couldn’t accept it!

"Henry, how could you? How dare you do such a thing? Serena is your daughter too! How could you be so utterly heartless?"

Taking advantage of Henry’s unpreparedness, she took a quick step forward and fiercely slapped his face.

Henry Summers didn’t see it coming and got hit squarely, his face knocked askew.

He looked up in shock, his eyes filled with disbelief.

In his mind, Jeanette Lane had always been gentle and frail, her love for him unwavering for over twenty years.

That’s why he was so fearless.

He never expected Jeanette Lane to lash out and hit him, and he was stunned for a long time before he came back to his senses.

This slap from Jeanette Lane completely infuriated him, and he angrily pushed her to the ground.

He sneered coldly, "If it weren’t for you, how could Yalena and I ever have broken up? In the end, this plight today is nothing but the result of your own doing."

Yalena Grace was his first love, the softest white moonlight in his heart.

An existence that he wouldn’t allow anyone to tarnish.

If it hadn’t been for winning Jeanette Lane’s heart, how could he have ever agreed to part ways with Yalena Grace?

If they hadn’t split up, Yalena Grace would never have ended up in a marriage from hell, subjected to domestic violence.

Jeanette Lane, provoked by his shamelessness, scoffed coldly, "You say it’s all my fault? If you had told me you had a girlfriend, do you think I would have given you a second glance? You approached me back then simply out of greed for the Lane family’s money and status! What right do you have to exculpate yourself?"

She got up from the cold ground, her gaze towards Henry Summers and Yalena Grace filled with hatred and bitterness.

They had shared a bed for twenty full years, yet only today did she realize that she had never truly known him.

Everything had been a conspiracy, all a self-deception.

Jeanette Lane felt as if her heart was being crushed by a massive stone, a raw, excruciating pain.

She turned her gaze to Grace Summers, clearly seeing the scorn and mockery in her eyes.

She had loved her for nineteen years, always treating her as her own daughter.

But in return, all she got was a cold stare.

At that moment, she suddenly remembered something from nineteen years ago.

Back then, shortly after Serena Summers had gone missing, she was devastated, crying daily.

One day, her husband, Henry Summers, suddenly brought back a little girl, claiming he had taken her from an orphanage.

He said, "It’s been so long without finding her, perhaps Serena is no longer alive. But we, the living, must continue on."

The moment she saw Grace Summers, she sensed a resemblance to Serena.

But back then, she thought it was all coincidental.

But now, she understood everything.

It turned out, she had been raising the daughter of her rival for nineteen years, and the very person responsible for her own daughter’s disappearance was her husband, her child’s biological father.

How ironic?

Her vision suddenly blurred, tears uncontrollably streaming out.

Jeanette Lane clutched her chest tightly and slowly squatted down, sobbing painfully.

The grief of betrayal, the deception, and the guilt towards her biological daughter all surged up in an instant, like a rising tide, turbulent and rapid, leaving no chance to breathe.

Suddenly, Yalena Grace stepped forward, wrapped her arms around Henry Summers’s arm coquettishly and said, "Henry, our flight is almost here, let’s hurry up and go. No need to waste words with this hag."

Jeanette Lane clenched her teeth silently, her gaze towards Yalena Grace burning fiercely.

How could there be such a shameless woman in this world?

Grace Summers also chimed in, "Dad, let’s go. I still want to see the villa you bought overseas!"

Villa?

Jeanette Lane growled as she questioned, "You said you had no money, where did the money to buy the villa come from? Henry Summers, what have you been doing behind my back?"