My Heart only Beats for You (Natalie Godfrey)

Qiana was scared out of her wits when she heard Yuliana was out of danger from Madam Quartley.

She was afraid Yuliana would tell the truth when she woke up.

Therefore, the reason why she came to Tremaine was to test him out.

And his answer proved Yuliana said nothing.

But as soon as she breathed a sigh of relief, she felt uneasy again.

Yuliana may not have woken up, but it didn't mean she wouldn't, and she'd be doomed by then!

With that thought in mind, Qiana fixed up an evil plan.

Later, she would use the excuse of visiting Yuliana in the hospital to make sure she was dead.

Although it was risky, and she might expose herself by accident, she had no choice.

She couldn't let Yuliana wake up!

Just as she was about to head back in to find out which hospital Yuliana was admitted to, the car that left returned, stopping in front of her. "Qiana." Tremaine's voice came.

Since she was guilty, her face paled when she saw him returning.

She took a deep breath before turning around, and the panic on her face was replaced by sadness. "Yes?"

He said, "I forgot to tell you. I need you to hide something from Grandma and keep her company more often for now."

Hearing his words, she felt relieved.

She said, "Alright. What is it?"

Tremaine's tone turned grave as he spoke, "Yuliana is in a bad state after being admitted to the hospital last night. The doctors concluded that she wouldn't have long. She's now vegetative and might not wake up forever." Qiana was stunned and confused.

Huh? What was going on?

Didn't Madam Quartley say Yuliana was already out of danger?

But why was Tremaine saying otherwise?

Just as she was befuddled, he added, "Grandma adores Yuliana, so to keep her from worrying, I told her Yuliana is now out of danger."

Only then did she come back to her senses. Her hopes were reignited as if she had made a safe landing even when she fell off a cliff.

So this was the current situation.

Holding back her delight, she said through misty eyes, "Poor Yuliana. Why did she have to end up like this? Are you sure there's nothing to save her? Have you asked all the best doctors to check on her?"

"It has been confirmed," Tremaine said with certainty, "So keep Grandma company, will you? I want to keep it a secret from her as long as we can."

"Okay. I will." Then, Qiana purposely said, "What if she insists on visiting Yuliana at the hospital? Wouldn't she find out by then?"

"I didn't tell anyone where Yulian is. So Grandma will never find out." He answered, "If Grandma asks, just say Yuliana is too ashamed to see her and wishes Grandma doesn't visit her; she needs some alone time." As if she was holding back her grief, she said, "Okay, I got it."

With that, he nodded and got in the car again.

Meanwhile, A proud smile replaced the sadness on her face.

Ha! She knew it!

She had practiced stabbing the dummy countless times; she couldn't have made a mistake.

That woman was meeting her maker sure enough! It was just that Tremaine had come up with such an absurd lie to keep Madam Quartley from being sad, hiding as long as they could. She could now feel utterly at ease.

She had absolutely nothing to fear anymore!

At the thought of their upcoming wedding, Qiana could barely contain her excitement.

She would finally become the first lady, and nothing would stop her from sitting on that spot ever again!

In the blink of an eye, it was half past five in the afternoon.

Yesseca and Preslie had been working nonstop since the morning.

It was now the rush hour to get off work, and many people were stopping on their way home for some dessert. Hence the long queue outside their store.

Just as customers flooded the

cashier, paying for their favorite

dessert, a loud cry came from

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outside the store. "Why did I give birth to such a daughter? How could she ignore her parents when her business is doing so well! Good Lord, why! Why did you have to make me suffer?!"

Everyone's interest was piqued when they heard the cries, and all looked out the store.

Preslie recognized it was Celine, and her face paled from the shock.

She quickly ran out of the store.

Mad and anxious, she asked, "Mom, what are you doing? Can't you see that it's business hours now? Leave the store!"

Celine lowered her voice and said coldly, "So now you're willing to see me? Why did you run away yesterday then? I'm telling you. I won't leave until I get the shares of the store!"

Calter chimed in, "Preslie, you had

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really hurt our feelings yesterday. How can you treat us like this when we've raised you? We are going a out today. You have to give us the shares or don't even think of

continuing your business!"

Celine continued, "Your father and I thought about it all night. You're our daughter, and we shouldn't have pushed you so hard last night. So instead of 40% of the shares, we'll be fine if we have just 30%." "Never!" Preslie rejected Celine outright, "We won't give you even 1 % let alone thirty."

Celine's face fell.

Then she collapsed to the ground and burst into tears. "I knew it! It was my fault for raising such a daughter! I poured my blood and soul into raising her, but this is what I get in return!"

"Oh, dear Lord! Look at the ungrateful child I've raised! How am I so unfortunate to have such a daughter?! What sins have I committed in my past lives?!"

Everyone fell into silence.

Some customers came out of the store when they heard Celine's cries, guessing the situation.

Calter raised his voice and said,

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"Everyone, please be the judge. We painstakingly raised our daughter, and now we are left with nothing after retirement. We thought we could rely on her to care for us, but look at her! She opened a shop and earned so much, but she pushed us aside, not giving us a penny! Can you imagine how heartbroken we are!"

Everyone in Glevania hated ungrateful people.

Therefore, they were sympathetic to Calter and Celine's position and started criticizing Preslie.

"How can she do that to her parents? Does she not have a conscience?"

"You're the owner of this store? You must be earning a lot with how popular your patisserie is. How could you kick your parents aside and not give them a penny? Are you even human? How can you forget those who raised you?"