Chapter 443 How Did My Mother Die (1/2)

”It's all my fault. I didn't do my job well as a mother and teach my kids the way I should have. This is why tragedy has struck my brood. No matter what I think, this is what has happened. All I can do now is visit my daughter.”

Joy's grief and despondency hardly stirred anything up in Jean. Jean stared blankly at the woman who had had no qualms about torturing her for two decades.

But, finally the truth had hit home. It was Joy's fault. She was responsible for Winner and Shirley's tragedies. If she had been a better mother and taught her kids why being good was important, things wouldn't have come to this end.

Now Joy's feeling guilty was useless. It was too late to change the truth.

If this weren't the last chance for Joy, she would not have come to Jean asking for help.

”Zed, Moore, please go inside.” Not a muscle had twitched on Jean's face despite Joy's pleading. Jean looked in the direction of the two men and again signalled them to go inside.

Zed and Moore had been watching Jean to see whether she would refuse Joy. Her asking them to leave the two women alone was totally unexpected.

It was hardly a good time to leave as both were curious about Jean's reaction.

Zed and Moore exchanged a look and wondered what tricks Jean had up her sleeve.

”Go ahead! I'll be alright.” Jean nodded to Zed and assured him.

Hearing Jean's promise, Zed unwillingly nodded and walked inside the house.

Moore didn't have anything more to say so he too followed Zed inside.

That left Jean and Joy alone in front of the door.

Joy got confused when she saw Jean making Zed and Moore leave. She was dazed for a second and wondered what was going on in Jean's mind.

”Joy, do you want to save Shirley?” Jean took two steps to get closer to Joy. This time, Jean asked her with a dead-serious look.

Joy's eyes glimmered at once as Jean's words gave her a feeling that there was some hope for Shirley yet, now that Jean had asked her such a question.

Joy instinctively nodded at the chance of saving her daughter, hardly thinking twice before saying,”Jean, as long as you let Shirley stay alive, no matter what you ask me to do I'll do it. Even if you want my life, I'll give it to you without any