After six years of loving Julian Grayson and literally keeping him alive with her rare blood donations, Hazel Ashworth is just three days away from becoming his wife when he calls to cancel their wedding. 
The reason? Her half-sister Ivy has been diagnosed with terminal cancer and her dying wish is to marry Julian instead. Hazel watches in horror as Julian takes her handcrafted wedding dress to Ivy, who plans to wear it while stealing not just Hazel's fiancé, but her entire wedding—same venue, same date, even the same cake flavor. 
It's a devastating replay of their childhood, where Ivy's mother Eleanor destroyed Hazel's family by seducing her father and driving her mother to suicide, then spent years pushing Hazel out while Ivy took everything that was once hers. 
But this time, Hazel refuses to break like her mother did. She demands Julian's entire company and two million dollars as compensation, then shows up at the hospital to deliver Ivy's "wedding gift" in the most explosive way possible.
As Ivy plays the perfect dying victim and Julian remains blind to her manipulation, Hazel begins to suspect that her half-sister's illness might not be as terminal as everyone believes. When Ivy has the audacity to ask Hazel to witness her wedding to Julian, the gloves come off completely. 
Now Hazel must decide how far she's willing to go to expose the truth and reclaim what's rightfully hers, even if it means destroying the man she once loved in the process.

Chapter 142 - A Father's Forced Repentance


I forced myself to remain perfectly still as Harrison and Eleanor exchanged glances. The cemetery air felt charged with tension, and I could practically see the calculations running through their desperate minds. My ultimatum hung between us: kneel and kowtow in apology for fifteen minutes, or lose any chance at the medical treatment Harrison desperately needed.


"I agree..." Harrison finally muttered, the words dragged from him like teeth being pulled. His eyes refused to meet mine, fixed somewhere on the ground between us.


"I couldn't quite hear that," I said, cupping my ear with mock concern. "Could you repeat yourself, Father?"


His face contorted with humiliation and rage. "I said I agree to your terms."


I allowed myself a small, cold smile. "Good. Both of you will kneel before these graves and kowtow continuously for fifteen minutes. I'll be timing."


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