Chapter 850 - 844: Mom and Dad Are Here 3

Chapter 850: Chapter 844: Mom and Dad Are Here 3

Whitney Lynch’s breath caught when she heard the last question.

Biological parents...

Graham Ford.

Rouge Jarvis...

Her eyes suddenly widened, shaking her head frantically, her usual elegance vanished, sobbing as she said, "Tiana, my dear daughter, I know I was wrong, I shouldn’t have treated you that way before, please don’t tell your parents the truth, okay? I promise, I will treat you well in the future, a hundred, a thousand times over, as long as you spare me."

Tiana Thorne felt a bit tired since her foot injury hadn’t healed yet. She lazily sat on the sofa, raised her eyebrows slightly, her voice cool: "Are you trying to negotiate with me?"

Whitney Lynch was blinded by the blazing light in her eyes, looking around uncertainly, her eyes flickering.

As if making a gamble, she continued, "Haven’t you always wanted me to treat you better? From now on, I will truly treat you like my own daughter, anything Gigi has, you won’t lack either."

"Whitney, perhaps in the past, I would have been tempted, but unfortunately..."

She paused, tugging at Whitney’s heart, which skipped a beat, then smiled coldly: "Now, I couldn’t care less."

Using something like this to negotiate only shows that she truly never realized her mistakes, never ever.

Ha.

Why should she forgive someone like this?

Whitney Lynch looked around at everyone in the room in a panic, but the way everyone was looking at her had turned unfamiliar, making her terrified.

Finally, she looked towards Georgia Thorne, who seemed lost in thought.

"Gigi, Gigi, my dear daughter, please help persuade your sister."

Georgia Thorne’s eyes were misty, but she let out a soft sigh: "Mom, things have come to this point, with such a crime, who can speak for you?"

"I... I..."

At this moment, Whitney Lynch’s heart was filled with grief.

Her most beloved daughter, at this moment, also refused to speak for her. After diligently living for decades, in the end, she had nothing. How could she be willing?

Whitney looked around, seeing the cold emotions in everyone’s eyes.

She knew no one was willing to help her anymore.

At this moment, she could only rely on herself.

As if finding courage, she recklessly glared at the indifferent Sean Thorne: "What do you intend to do?"

"Send you to the police station and be done with it."

At this moment, Whitney Lynch was already cornered, abandoning her false pity and grievance, her eyes overflowing with intense pride: "Sean Thorne, what right do you have to send me to the police station?"

"You caused the death of a little girl and abducted someone else’s child, no matter which one, you must go to prison, as for how long, let the court decide."

Whitney Lynch remained unfazed, sneering: "What about the evidence?"

Seeing Sean Thorne struggle to respond, she felt an indescribable pleasure, and continued: "As for the first point, it was just an accident. As a mother, I was indeed pained by what happened, but in fact, it was just a misfortune for that child, how could it be said that I killed her?"

This statement, in fact, wasn’t wrong.

The baby girl indeed wasn’t killed by her; it was an accident. Whitney Lynch might face moral condemnation but wouldn’t be convicted of intentional murder.

Sean Thorne didn’t expect her to remain so unrepentant, even speaking such blithe words.

"Whitney, don’t forget the second charge."