Chapter 980

Rachel's face darkened, voice dropping low. "You seriously think someone like Robert could fall for a woman like you? He doesn't love you—he never truly cared." Vilma had clearly had enough of Rachel's endless lecturing. She simply covered her ears and sang out, "Not listening, not listening, blah blah blah—who cares what you're preaching." Anyone in her way of getting that billion-dollar inheritance? Automatically the villain. "Vilma!" Rachel flung out her wrist angrily. "Look for yourself. I was with Robert for years. And what did I get?" The scars on her wrist told their own story—faint lines from a deliberate act of self-harm. She'd done it hoping he'd care, maybe even come running in guilt. But from the way things looked, Robert hadn't spared her so much as a second glance. The guy was cold—a complete psycho, emotionally void. Vilma stared at her wrist for a moment, stunned. Then firmly shut her eyes. Nope. Not seeing this. Not my circus. Rachel clenched her fists, practically sha