< The Forbidden Uncle
Chapter 63 Forced To Sign, Vincent Arrives
I never thought my Mom could go this far for Claire.
Even though my arm was mostly healed, the way she twisted it sent pain shooting through me
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She deliberately pressed down on my old injury, making it unbearable to move, “What are you standing for? Hurry up!” She yelled at Claire.
Claire snapped out of her fake, fragile act, and quickly grabbed a ballpoint pen.
She slammed the agreement on the table and wrenched my right hand open, forcing the pen into my palm.
Of course, I fought back, refusing to give in.
Mom, however, wasn’t about to let me off easily. During the struggle, she pinched my injured arm hard, sending sharp pain radiating through my body. Cold sweat broke out across my back.
In that moment, I was consumed by despair.
Tears welled up in my eyes. It felt like I was being betrayed by my own family.
My own mother was willing to hurt me like this, all for Claire’s sake.
She didn’t care how much pain I was in. She only thought about Claire!
Any hope I had for family–any bond we once shared–was shattered in that moment.
Hot tears streamed down my face as I looked up at the woman I once called Mom, my vision blurred by heartbreak and rage.
“I finally see who you really are now. From now on, I’ll never call you mother again!” I choked out through clenched teeth.
“Jean May, I hate you!” My voice shook, thick with fury and betrayal.
She froze for a moment, her hand tightening on my arm, her face hard. Maybe because I’d never looked at her with such hatred or spoken such harsh words before.
She probably didn’t expected me to stand up to her–me, the obedient daughter who always did as she was told.
“Gabrielle, so now you’re denying your own mother now?” Her voice dripped with venom. “Whatever, just sign the papers first. We can discuss your tantrum later!”
“I won’t sign!” I shot back, my voice nearly a scream. “Forcing me isn’t going to work!” I took a deep breath, my anger boiling over. “Jean, your precious Claire is the reason for Grandma’s death. Your own mother–don’t you feel any guilt?”
My words struck like a bolt of lightning. Jean and Claire both froze, their faces turned black with shock.
“Gabrielle, how dare you make up such lies!” Claire suddenly shrieked, her face twisted with rage. “I didn’t kill Grandma–she had pancreatic cancer!”
“That’s enough. Don’t blame Claire for something like that,” Jean snapped, her voice cold. “Stop
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changing the subject and sign the damn papers!”
At that moment, my heart completely died.
The love I had craved for over two decades–it was never there. She never loved me.
With that realization, something inside me broke, and I started laughing uncontrollably.
My laughter echoed off the sterile walls of the hospital room, eerie and unhinged, “What are you laughing at?” Claire hissed, pinching the back of my hand hard enough to leave a mark. “Don’t you dare accuse me of killing Grandma!”
“Stop wasting time, just get her to sign it!” Jean’s face was ugly with anger.
She held me down with surprising strength, while Claire clawed at my hand, trying to force it to move.
What a perfect mother–daughter tag team, working together so seamlessly.
But I wasn’t about to let them win.
“Claire,” I sneered, my voice dripping with venom, “You are supposed to be Vincent’s true love? If he really loves you, why do you need to force me like this? Deep down, even you know he doesn’t love you.” I struggled while letting out a cold laugh.
“Shut up. Shut your mouth!” Claire shrieked, her face twisted with fury.
The room devolved into chaos–shouting, struggling, and pain.
Just when I thought Jean was about to break my arm, a cold, commanding voice rang out from the doorway, “What the hell is going on here?”
