My father died in a car accident on the way to visit her in the hospital. My mother suffered another blow, becoming even more delirious and forced to seek treatment in a mental hospital. The Bridgerton Family was completely shattered. Sheryl hated me.
She gritted her teeth and said, "Sharon, just wait. When I inherit the Bridgerton Family fortune, I will definitely have you killed."
I know rich people could hire someone to kill someone. But I didn't want to die. I had no choice but to fight. In the end, the Bridgerton Family went bankrupt. Sheryl and I were left with nothing.
After seeing Shawn's painting, a hint of warmth finally appeared on Sheryl's stern face. But I knew it wasn't because of me. But no matter what, she finally sat down and looked at the last painting.
This painting was of me. Twenty-eight-year-old Sharon, holding her eight-year-old self. The date was May 19, 2022. It was the day I was diagnosed with cancer.
Not long after Sheryl went abroad to make a living, our mother also passed away. Before her death, she briefly regained her composure. She left Sheryl and me the savings she had saved for years. A savings account sufficient to provide us with food and clothing. A box of her favorite jewelry.
She stroked my cheek with her pale hand and smiled helplessly. "Sharon, I know none of this is your fault. Promise me one last thing: forgive your sister, okay?"
At that time, I didn't answer.
After thinking for a long time, I finally transferred the money to Sheryl. Poor family, rich road. She needed to stay alive so she could continue to fight me.
Seeing this, Sheryl was stunned for a moment and spoke in disbelief, "That money, you actually sent it... Back then, I begged all my relatives and friends, but everyone avoided me. No one would lend me money. I thought, I thought this money..."
She couldn't finish the words.
After a long pause, her face sank again.
"Sharon, don't think you can pay off everything you owe me with this money! If it weren't for you, the Bridgerton Family would have been destroyed."
I sneered disdainfully and punched Sheryl twice in the head.
"Who needs your forgiveness? I just... love Mom too much."
So much so that I couldn't bear to give her things away.