My Daughter's Death, His Cruelest Regret / Chapter 3 Looks Like Someone's In For A Rough Time | 6.67%hat he is, Rylee!" Jessica coul
aded from R
t her daughter had paid for it with her lif
to sort through the bills she'd covered f
r-in-law had kept every bit of the family's money for herself.
rties for her wealthy friends. Evan's younger sister, Bailee Marshall, was an
t been enough to support their lifestyle. She'd only managed to keep payi
easy. Rylee understood that the law might tre
however, give her a claim
around a billion dollars during their years together. Claiming he
ything below five hundred million dollars from Evan. I also need you to look into C
ld he choose to contest it, his family's influence an
d on her would put her in
er survived, the Marshalls would've foug
boy, but they'd still considered her to carry their blood. L
ylee would rather drop the divorce than
nothing left to threaten her with. There was
rself crying a
watching her mother suffer had become too much for her. Perhaps
face and gathered her own things along with he
s in that house, but a single bag was enoug
bag and made her
d, "Don't tell me that girl's back in the hospital. She's never well f
. How can you wish something like that on he
hat does this family gain from having a girl? You spend years bringing her up, and
getting a grandson. She insisted the Ma
arly four years as Evan's wife and giving the famil
her bed once, when he'd been drunk on their wedding
huckled. "You can stop wishing now, Mom. Evan says the
t up, suddenly beami
th a nod. "She's four
st news I've heard. Have someone get a bedroom ready. Claire n
o tightly that her f
to Beloria on business, the very co
Now Claire was back, carrying a baby conceived around the time of that tr
devotion would eventually make him fall for he
ightness in her throat, then left t
Group, where she intended
taken his place when clients expected him to drink. She'd suffered stomach bleedi
concern had always been maintaining his polish
nded herself quietly that she wouldn
her over with open arrogance and sneered, "All that effort to claw your way into becoming Mrs. Marshall, a

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