Chapter 13

Trevon and Emilia were furious when they heard the story. "What? They forced you to borrow money at high interest rates?" Emilia nodded tearfully. "My foster mother is a particularly vain woman. Even though we don't have any money, she still insists on buying expensive makeup and luxury handbags. She often accuses me of stealing her money, hits and scolds me, and demands that I repay her." "My foster father is a gambler who spends all his time at the casino. He has lost all our family's houses to gambling, and now we live in a rented run-down house. When we don't have enough money to pay rent, they hit and scold me, forcing me to give them money." "They have been exploiting and oppressing me all along. I had no other choice but to borrow money at a high interest rate and give it to them..." At this point, Brisa was crying so hard that she was out of breath and on the verge of fainting. Trevon and Emilia clearly believed her words and felt heartbroken. Their anger dissipated. Feeling distressed, they helped Brisa to the bed and sat down. "Child, how could you be so foolish?" "Dad, Mom, I'm sorry!" Brisa cried and threw herself into their arms. "It's my fault. I embarassed you!" Both mother and daughter hugged each other and cried bitterly. Deborah stood quietly on the side, watching the drama unfold. Like in her previous life, Brisa was still spouting nonsense, even pushing the blame for borrowing money at a high interest rate onto her foster parents. Ha! One lie leads to a thousand lies to cover it up. Brisa, let's see how long you can keep up the deception. One day, she will personally tear off her mask and expose her ugly, hypocritical nature to the public! "We should call the police," Deborah finally spoke up. "Right!" Emilia said, "We need to call the police and have those people arrested and sentenced!" She took out her phone and was about to call the police. Trevon snatched the phone away and sternly said, "Do you want to bring more shame to the Brown family by making this matter public? Being gang-raped by three people is not something we want to publicize!" After that, he warned Deborah with a fierce glare, "No one is allowed to talk about today's events outside of this room!" Deborah lowered her eyes, concealing her mockery. It turned out that Trevon's greatest concern was still his own face. This man was truly selfish and self-centered to the core. "Not calling the police? Then isn't Brisa just being bullied for nothing?" Emilia said unwillingly. "What's the rush? I won't let them go!" Trevon said, gritting his teeth. Then he reached out to Deborah and said, "Give me your phone!" Deborah he wanted to do and silently handed over her phone. Trevon deleted all the photos related to Brisa's defamation from her album. Then he impatiently threw the phone back. Deborah held the phone and sneered inwardly. What was the point deleting them? In this world, there was something called cloud backup. She had to keep these photos of Brisa safe and sound. Sooner or later, it would come in handy. ... On the way back to the Brown family after leaving the hotel, Deborah asked for her parents' contact information again. Brisa sobbed and curled up in Emilia's arms, not saying a word. Trevon's face immediately darkened. "Brisa just experienced something like this, and all you want to do is ask her for her contact information! Can't you have some sensitivity and wait until her emotions recover?" Her emotions were none of my business! Deborah rolled her eyes impatiently. She couldn't stand to stay in this family for even a moment longer. She had already avenged her grudges from her past life. Now, all she wanted was to return to her biological parents as soon as possible and show them filial piety. "It hurts so much..." Brisa held her lower abdomen, her face pale with pain.. Deborah watched her silently, feeling extremely pleased. All the suffering and guilt she had endured in her past life had been transferred to Brisa now. What could be more joyful than this? "What's wrong, daughter? Are you in a lot of pain?" Emilia looked at Brisa with compassion. "Do you want to go to the hospital?" Trevon immediately refused when he heard that. "Going to the hospital is equivalent to telling everyone that my daughter was gang-raped! No way!" After speaking, he stepped on the gas pedal and drove towards the Brown family. "Let's go home! You just need to help her clean her wounds!" Emilia was so angry that she was trembling. "Brisa is your daughter! Don't you care about her at all?" "I care about her so much that I want to protect her reputation!" Trevon said with a sinister smile. "Rest assured, I won't let those three beasts go!" Deborah sat quietly in the passenger seat, her eyes lowered, looking very obedient. Emilia felt so much heartache for Brisa now. But in her past life, after she was raped, the Trevon couple had ridiculed and taunted her, saying that it was her fault for being careless. She still remembered the words they used to curse her even now. They could call her anything, from a b*tch and a sl*t to shameless and a prostitute, and all kinds of dirty words. At that time, she suffered a serious injury and almost fainted in pain. She only hoped to receive a comforting word from them, but instead, they wished she would die. Thinking about it now, Deborah sneered at herself. In the eyes of Trevon and his wife, blood ties were more important than anything else. Even though they had raised her for eighteen years, once they found out that she was not the biological daughter of the Brown family, they could abandon her without hesitation. In the end, this couple were both inherently selfish. After reaching the Brown family's house, Emilia deliberately avoided Aunt Zara and lied that Brisa had fallen down, asking Aunt Zara to go out and buy medicine. Aunt Zara believed it and rushed out to buy medicine. Emilia then looked at Deborah and commanded her, "Bring the first aid kit and take it to Brisa's room." Deborah lowered her head and softly responded. She saw Trevon rushing into the study and guessed that he was in a hurry to investigate the whereabouts of Jaeden and his friends. After carrying the first aid kit upstairs, Deborah stood at the door of Brisa's room and eavesdropped openly. Inside the room, Emilia was treating Brisa's wound. Brisa's face turned pale with pain, and she trembled with pain as soon as Emilia touched her wound. Emilia's heart ached and she secretly turned around to wipe away her tears. "Mom, what should I do? How can I live after something like this happens?" Brisa cried and pulled her hair. Emilia hugged her sympathetically and said, "Don't worry, Dad and Mom won't let those bad guys get away with it. We will definitely seek revenge for you and won't let this matter spread." Upon hearing this, Deborah sneered, pushed open the door, and walked in. She placed the first-aid kit at the bedside and said, "I have packed my things, I will leave tomorrow." Brisa looked at her alarmingly. "No way! You can't leave! What if you talk about it? Mom, let her stay at home, otherwise I won't feel at ease!" Deborah frowned and her eyes were cold. Did they want her to stay and continue torturing her? "Deborah, you stay here for now, and we'll talk after the summer break," Emilia said. "Then give me my parents' contact information," Deborah's face darkened as she spoke in a low voice. "Enough!" Emilia said sternly, "Do you want Brisa to suffer even more? She will give you your parents' contact information sooner or later, why are you so anxious?" Deborah didn't say anything. She turned around and left. The more the Brown family suffers, the more satisfied Deborah feels. She went back to her room, found Brisa's identity photo, and stared at the address on it with a slightly narrowed gaze. Brisa thought that if she wasn't given a phone number, she wouldn't be able to go back? Ha! "How naive!" Deborah quickly packed her belongings and prepared to leave. Who knew that before she could even leave, there was a commotion coming from downstairs.