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“Before he passed away, Mr. Taylor made a will if you married Stacy, they would become void. But if Stacy couldn’t become the laylor family’s daughter–in–law, the will would take effect immediately. This means Stacy’s 20% share in Taylor’s company and two subsidiaries will no longer belong to you”
Anna, ignoring any pretense of composure, grabbed the man’s arm and shouted furiously, “Has the old man lost his mind? He’s trying to ruin Pall What right does Stacy, that dead qul, have to claim the Taylor family’s assets?”
That day, Anna had gone on a long journey because she discovered her husband had a mistress. She’d wanted to catch him red–handed. But not only did Pat’s father show no remorse, he even intended for the mistress’s son to inherit the family’s legacy.
With the Taylor family already in disarray, if Pat lost his shares, he’d be defenseless–a lamb to the slaughter. The elder ignored her outburst and said sharply. “Anna, have you forgotten that Stacy’s parents died protecting the Taylor family? Without her father’s sacrifice, the Taylor family would have been dismantled by others long ago. Mi Taylor must have had his reasons for his decision.”
Anna collapsed to the floor, her face pale and trembling.
Before leaving, the elder cast a disdainful glance at Tara, who was curled up in a corner, and scoffed, “If you listen to sycophants, failure is inevitable”
Pat took the elder’s words to heart and thought of the video Jeanie had shown him. It convinced him that Tara had feigned illness, making Stacy fall into despair and ultimately causing her death.
Panicked, Pat sprang to his feet, rushed to Tara, and grabbed her by the neck. Lifting her from her wheelchair, he shouted, “Tara, stop pretending! It was you! You drove her to despair! You’re the one who killed her! You deserve to die-
Anna screamed in terror, calling for help. “Pat, stop! Stacy is gone, but Tara is your sister!”
nly have
But instead of calming him, her words enraged Pat further. “Sister? I can have a hundred sisters, but I only
one Stacy!*
Tara’s face turned red as she gasped for nir. Her voice came out hoarse and broken, “No… I… I’m not…”
As her strength faded and her voice weakened, Pat finally let go. He covered his face with his hands and broke into sobs, as though his very soul had been wrenched away “Get out of the Taylor family, I don’t want to see you again,” he said, his voice hollow.
After the incident, Canadian headlines were plastered with the story. “Pat Taylor’s Madness.” Media reports claimed he had abandoned an old love for a new one, driving his first love–his “first love“-to her death from
depression
The polished image Pat had worked so hard to cultivate crumbled overnight. Gu’s shares plummeted, and the company suffered massive losses. Yet Pat was nowhere to be found, leading to rumors that he had died of
heartbreak
Meanwhile, Stacy’s name flooded the news, with articles describing her tragic end. The world mourned her as a symbol of lost innocence, even giving her the poetic nickname “first love.”
But no one cared about the living–about the truth.
It didn’t matter now Whatever storm raged outside was part of the past, buried three years ago.
Stacy sat on a pristine beach, her eyes closed, savoring the tranquility of the island. The sea breeze played with
Ling My Saters Life for Hevenge
Mr. Morgan valued peace and quiet. His project team was stationed on a small, secluded island off the coast of Hawaii–an ideal location for studying navigation and ship design. After all, advanced ship knowledge was central to the Strong Foundation Plan.
Today, Stacy finally had some free time to enjoy the beauty of her surroundings.
“Macey! Macey!”
With a sigh, she pressed her fingers to her forehead and turned toward the source of the voice. A man, dressed in a loud floral shirt and shorts, rode up on a Harley. He jumped off the bike and ran to her, his face alight with excitement
“Macey, the marine meteorology research paper you wrote–the one Mr. Morgan helped submit–has created a huge buzz! It’s been published in Nature!”
