Addicted To The Genius Lady With A Thousand Faces

Chapter 1037:

“Actually, the witness is at the gate of the house.

Could you let her in to tell us the truth?”

When Betty mentioned that her witness hailed from Adagend, a shadow of concern crossed Hannah’s features.

Sensing potential danger for Marissa in this revelation, she hesitated to accede to Betty’s request.

Instead, Hannah cast a nonchalant glance in Marissa’s direction, a silent question hanging in the air.

Marissa responded with a subtle nod, a silent cue for Hannah to proceed.

With a cautious tone, Hannah addressed Betty.

“Bring in the witness.”

The room grew tense as an elderly lady with silvery white hair made her entrance, escorted by the butler.

This was Camila Tucker, Derek’s grandmother when he lived in Adagend.

Camila’s life had taken a stark turn when Derek was taken back by the affluent Daniels family, and her own son and daughter-in-law were apprehended on charges of human trafficking.

Since then, solitude had been her constant companion, her days marred by anxiety for her family and a deep yearning for Derek.

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Her health had waned under the weight of her sorrows.

Yet, Marissa had not forgotten her.

With a heart as generous as her fortunes, she ensured that Camila was looked after, sending financial aid and arranging for a caretaker to ease her burdens.

Years ago, Camila had manipulated a young Marissa into a betrothal with Derek, but Marissa didn’t hold grudges against her.noveldrama

She cherished the memories of Camila’s acts of kindness, like the times when Camila had secretly brought food to the starving young Marissa.

Marissa firmly believed in the grace of repaying kindness, no matter how small.

Tragically, Camila had been duped by Korbin and Betty, who spun tales of Marissa’s newfound wealth, promising her a new life of luxury in the city.

Delighted and unsuspecting, Camila had eagerly accepted their offer, blind to their deceit.

Confusion etched on her face, Camila entered the opulent banquet hall, her eyes darting around, a flush of embarrassment coloring her cheeks.

Without hesitation, Betty stepped forward, seizing the moment.

She grasped Camila’s arm, directing her attention to Marissa.

“Camila, take a good look.

Is that Marissa?”

Following Betty’s directive, Camila’s eyes settled on Marissa, lighting up with recognition.

“Marissa, your parents told me you became wealthy.

I harbored doubts, yet now, seeing your grand attire, I realize they told the truth.”

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