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"I clearly... I clearly love him so much," Lizzie burst into laughter as she said that.

Even though Rose had a slight suspicion earlier, she was still shocked when she heard it.

Lizzie loved Jonathan? But Lizzie was Jonathan's stepmother!

"Lizzie, shut up!"

This time, it wasn't Eleanor who told Lizzie to stop talking, but Cyrus.

Cyrus looked at Lizzie lying in the hospital bed. His eyes were filled with anger, disgust, and a mix of complex emotions. "You're insane! You lunatic!" he exclaimed.

He had already heard those words once before on the cliff that day.

Lately, he had been trying to avoid thinking about it. But at that moment, he finally understood that there were some truths he simply could not avoid.

He believed that Lizzie betrayed him by getting involved with Carl, and he thought it was because he was still hung up on Nancy. Her actions were either done as revenge against him or for her to seek emotional respite.

But the reality was that Lizzie's thoughts were always centered on Jonathan.

Cyrus sighed.

"A lunatic?" Lizzie laughed even more wildly. "I am a lunatic!"

Lizzie didn't care about Cyrus' or Eleanor's thoughts about her.

She knew they were extremely disgusted with her, believing she was unworthy of loving Jonathan and thinking her affection for him was disgraceful and contemptible.

Whether she loved someone or not wasn't something she could control.

She couldn't even be bothered to glance at Eleanor or Cyrus.

Lizzie gazed steadily at Rose as if wanting to share something with her. "I love him more than any of you. Ever since I first saw him all those years ago...

"You haven't seen him when he was young, have you? Even then, he was incredibly bright and striking, so much so that any girl who laid eyes on him couldn't look away.

"Back then, I was just an ordinary girl. I was only a few years older than him. There was nothing wrong with liking him.

"At that time, he was also someone people didn't easily approach, but I had a legitimate reason to get close to him...

"Nancy was into painting, and he probably missed his mother. So when Mrs. Finch Senior asked him to choose what to study, he chose painting. I was selected by Mrs. Finch Senior to be the teacher giving him lessons at Finch Manor.

"Having the class once a week felt too infrequent, yet each time, I really cherished the time spent with him.

"I taught him how to paint... Haha! Actually, I didn't teach him much. He probably inherited talent from Nancy, as he's naturally gifted in painting.

"Rather than saying he was learning how to paint, it was more accurate to say he used this time to miss his mother with a sense of justification. And I stayed with him.

"I knew he loved his mother, so after Nancy was brought back to Finch Manor by Cyrus, I deliberately got close to Nancy, hoping to win both their favors, but...

"I was still discovered.

"He knew I liked him and was about to fire me. But why fire me just because I like him? I'm just fond of him, that's all. Thankfully, there was Cyrus..."

When Lizzie talked about Cyrus, she didn't look at him at all. However, Cyrus clenched his fist.

Lizzie continued, "Back then, Jonathan didn't have a say in things. Cyrus saw that I was well-behaved and kind, so he allowed me to continue attending classes. Even though Jonathan would ignore me every time, I was content just to see him. "But gradually, I became unsatisfied again. I didn't like people who got too close to him, and Harriette was one of them. Harriette was cheerful and outgoing, and she seemed a perfect match for Jonathan, but she..."

Lizzie suddenly scoffed. "Someone like her who's so two-faced isn't good enough for Jonathan! So..."

As Rose listened, she felt a sharp chill slowly creep into her heart.

That evening, Carl confessed to everything, including Harriette's disappearance. She always felt something was off about it.noveldrama

With Lizzie explaining all of it, everything made sense-it wasn't Carl who planned it, but Lizzie.

Lizzie was responsible for Harriette's death. No, that wasn't right. Harriette's body was never found, and that was why Kelly was able to appear with Harriette's face. Everyone would have assumed she was Harriette.

So Harriette was still missing. Then, where was the real Harriette now?

This thought briefly passed through Rose's mind, only to be pulled back by Lizzie's hysterical laughter.

"There's also Nancy..."

When Lizzie mentioned her, her gaze turned cold.

"I tried so hard to please her, hoping to win her favor, but... she's really perceptive. She even figured out that I liked Jonathan, even though I never said anything to her. Ha! It's because Nance truly loved her son. That's why she paid extra attention.

"I treated her so well, but she criticized me and told me that it's better for girls to act purely. Hah!Purity?

"Of course, Nancy was genuinely pure. She came from the Turner family, a family known for its scholarly background and wealth. She could afford to be pure, but as for me... given my background, what use is purity?

"She didn't do anything, yet she looked down on me. Hah! How could I let that slide?"

Lizzie guffawed.

These were secrets she once tried very hard to keep hidden. But at that moment, she really didn't want to hide it anymore.

What did it matter if everyone knew? Nancy was dead, and she had become Mrs. Finch!

"Lizzie, you... have such a wicked heart!" Cyrus suddenly felt a wave of weakness wash over him. He leaned against the wall just to barely keep himself steady.

He recalled that during that time, it was Lizzie's "care" toward Nancy that made him see her in a different light.

Little did he know it was all fake. Worse still, he even married the person responsible for Nancy's death.

"Hehe! Wicked? Me, wicked? Cyrus, I'm not the wicked one. It's you. You think you're wholeheartedly devoted to Nancy, but in reality, you're only concerned about yourself. Do you know how much she suffered during that time?

"Hahaha, it's you who wronged her. You've shown no concern for your son all these years, yet you still believe you're devotedly reminiscing about her. If she were watching from above, she would be so disappointed in you!

"Ridiculous! Absolutely ridiculous," Lizzie mocked with delight, feeling extremely satisfied as she observed the regret and pain on Cyrus's face.

"Cyrus, she hates you!"

She hated him... That sentence felt like a knife plunging deeply into Cyrus' heart.

She should rightfully hate him!

"Nan..."

Cyrus tried to say Nance's name, but the word got stuck in his throat, and he just couldn't get it out.

It felt as if something was preventing him from saying that name. Was it that Nancy didn't want him to call her that?

That was right. Why would he even have the right to call out that name anymore?

How could he still have the audacity to call that name?

Cyrus was feeling extremely upset and uncomfortable. He bent over, curling up

his entire body, appearing to be in a lot of pain.

Rose looked at him. Her gaze reflected a deep and calm indifference. She

couldn't sympathize with Cyrus.

For Nancy, Ezra, and Jonathan-if Lizzie was detestable, wasn't Cyrus just as detestable?

At this moment, the more Cyrus regretted it, the more her heart ached for Jonathan, and Ezra, and even more so for their late mother, Nancy. Meanwhile, Lizzie, who was considered the main culprit...