HONEY, Love Me One More Time

Chapter 215: Mom, Help Me!

Setting the basin aside, Estelle cast a disgusted glance at the damp and messy bed. She then calmly sat on the chair at the foot of the bed, folding her arms as she directed her gaze towards Gretchen. “Mom! Dad! Help!” Gretchen suddenly shouted. “Shut up!” Estelle said with a frown, feeling irritable, “You are so noisy.” She pointed to a basin full of steaming water and said with a smile, “If you shout again, the hot water in this basin will also be poured into your body.” Hearing this, Gretchen was both frightened and angry. “You used the kitchen of our house?” “What do you mean by ‘your house’? This is my house!” Estelle said coldly. “Are you kidding? You have been kicked out of this house a long time ago!” Gretchen said and began to look for her phone in the bed. “I’m going to call Cristofer and let him see how vicious you are! I’ll let him know what kind of person you are! Eh? Where is my phone?” Estelle pointed in the direction of the window with a calm look and said, “I threw it away.” Staring at Estelle in horror, Gretchen jumped off the bed, staggered to the window, and looked downstairs. Then she saw that her newly-bought latest phone had been smashed into pieces. After contemplating for a brief moment, she hastily went to the bedroom door, hoping to seek help. However, to her dismay, she discovered that the door was locked, preventing her from exiting. As she turned her gaze back towards Estelle, she noticed that Estelle remained seated on the chair, wearing an expression of cold detachment. Seeing Gretchen running back and forth in a fluster, Estelle sneered and said with her eyes full of contempt, “Miss Abrams, you are so good at running.” Gretchen looked at her warily, “What do you want to do?” “Go back to the bed.” “What?” “Just do as I said! I’m asking you to go back to bed now,” Estelle said bluntly, pretending to reach out to take up the basin of hot water at her feet. Original from NôvelDrama.Org.

Seeing her action, Gretchen was so frightened that she covered her face with her arms and screamed, “No! Don’t do that!” “Go back to your bed!” Estelle yelled. With her face still shielded by her arms, Gretchen cast a resentful glare at Estelle, harboring deep animosity. However, given the circumstances, she found herself powerless to take any action other than complying with Estelle’s instructions. After getting back to the wet bed, she tried to find a dry place and sat down. Estelle maintained a cold, unwavering gaze and uttered in a stern tone, “Starting now, you are obliged to respond truthfully to any question I ask. Should you dare to deceive me, I will ensure you suffer disfigurement. Even if Cristofer loves you deeply, he would never wish to see your face scalded beyond recognition.” Hearing this, Gretchen gasped and said indignantly, “Are you out of your fucking mind?! Haven’t you divorced Cristofer and started a new relationship with your new lover? What do you come to me for?” “Shut your goddamn mouth and listen to me!” Estelle sneered, “Let me ask you the first question. Did you harm Yvonne and contribute to her alcoholism?” “Yes. So what? You don’t have any evidence to prove that, and you can’t do anything to me,” Gretchen said with disdain. “You killed Mrs. Moorsum, right?” “She knows too much of my secrets, and I must kill her. She is just a servant. Only you would bother with someone as insignificant as her.” “Next question,” Estelle stated, “Did you manipulate the brake systems of my father’s car and Cristofer's parents’ cars six years ago, deliberately orchestrating the car accident?” Gritting her teeth, Gretchen sat up straight and said, “Haven’t you known it before? Why do you ask me about it again?” “Answer me!” “Yes, it was me who tampered with the brake systems of the cars. So what? Those cars have been scrapped. It’s been so many years, and Cristofer can’t find them anymore. As I said just now, you

can’t do anything to me if you don’t have evidence!” Estelle nodded slightly and said, “Miracle happens every day. I’ll get even with you sooner or later.” After saying that, she took out a voice recorder from her pocket and pressed the stop button. Seeing this, Gretchen was stunned, and her face suddenly changed. “You... you recorded our conversation?” “You are afraid now?” Estelle said and snorted. “Are you going to give it to Cristofer?” Gretchen asked. “No. And it’s none of my business whether you are with Cristofer or not.” At this moment, Melody’s voice came from outside. She gently knocked on the door and asked, “Gretchen, have you got up?” “Mom!” Gretchen shouted, emboldened when hearing Melody’s voice. She jumped off the bed, rushed to the door, and pounded it hard. “Help! Mom!” Hearing her anxious voice, Melody felt something wrong and asked, “Gretchen, what’s the matter? I heard you scream just now. What happened?” “Mom, Estelle is in my room!” Gretchen shouted and turned to look at Estelle resentfully. Then she continued, “She locked the door, and I can’t get out! Mom, help me!” Melody exerted force on the doorknob in a futile attempt to open the door. “Estelle, how did you lock the door? Open it immediately!” Gretchen snapped, anxiously pounding on the door. “Do you want to leave?” she asked Gretchen calmly. Gretchen hated Estelle’s condescending attitude and couldn’t help but grit her teeth. “Wait and see, Estelle! When York and my Mom come in. I will let you pay the price!” she said with a fierce look. “Very well, I will wait and see,” Estelle responded. Not long after Melody informed York about the situation, York came. He slammed the door heavily and shouted, “Estelle, open the damn door!” Without opening the door, Estelle chuckled and said, “York, you’ve come just at the right moment.”

“What do you want to do by sneaking into my house?” “Uncle York, I have clearly expressed my desire to regain control of my father’s company. Have you forgotten?” “No way!” York promptly refused. “The company has been rebranded, and it belongs to me now! Furthermore, Gretchen and Cristofer are about to marry, forging a close bond between our families. At that point, my influence will only grow stronger. You won’t be able to claim a single penny from me!” “Really?” Estelle sneered and poured the hot water on Gretchen without mercy. The next moment, Gretchen’s scream came from the room. “Ahhh!” Gretchen was frightened and turned pale in fear. Although she dodged quickly, some hot water was poured on her calf, and she felt a burning pain. Subsequently, her calf turned red and swelled, and a sizable blister emerged on the affected area.