Chapter 208
Standing in the doorway was Candice. Dressed in comfortable loungewear, her face bare of makeup, she already looked like the mistress of the house.
Rebekah frowned. “What are you doing here p>
Candice held a glass of milk. “I came to bring you something to eat,” she said with a saccharine smile. “Benjamin can be so thoughtless, leaving for the office so early without even thinking to bring you food. What if you starved p>
She offered the milk to Rebekah, who didn’t take it, merely staring at her coldly.
Candice feigned surprise, pulling her hand back. “Oh, dear, I forgot! You’re allergic to milk, sister. But there’s nothing else in the kitchen, just this glass. I guess you’ll have to go hungry p>
With a sneer, Candice tossed the contents of the glass onto Rebekah. Dazed and weak, Rebekah couldn’t react in time and was drenched. The empty glass hit the floor and shattered, sending shards flying. A piece of glass sliced across her exposed calf, and blood immediately welled up.
Rebekah cried out in pain, clutching her leg. A sickly-sweet smell filled her nostrils. Was that… honey?
Candice sauntered over to her, casually sweeping her long hair aside. A dark red mark on her neck was clearly visible—a hickey.
“When I came over last night, Benjamin was drinking,” Candice purred, her tone suggestive. “He was drunk and kept calling out my name.” Her eyes glinted with provocation as she looked at Rebekah. “Sister, you’ve monopolized Benjamin for so many years. Isn’t it about time you returned him to me p>
“Monopolized Rebekah let out a bitter laugh and pushed herself to her feet. “When you returned to the Fletcher family, Keith Griffin couldn’t break off our engagement fast enough to marry you. Benjamin proposed to me after that How that me monopolizing him p>
“Because you did!” Candice’s voice grew shrill. She grabbed Rebekah’s arm, her hatred finally spilling out, raw and undisguised. “I am the true heiress of the Fletcher family You. stole my identity and enjoyed eighteen years of a life that belonged to me! Everything was mine p>
“My parents, my brother, Keith, and Benjamin-they were all supposed to be mine! Everything you’ve ever had should have been mine!” she shrieked, her face contorted with rage.
Rebekah stared at her, finding the display both pathetic and absurd. She wrenched her arm free. “I didn’t ask to switch places with you of to live as a pampered heiress. If I had a choice, I would have never set foot in the Fletcher household
“Hah!” Candice sneered. “Don’t play the saint. A greedy, social-climbing parasite like you could never resist the Fletcher family’s money. You only married Benjamin because he was the heir to the Forrester Group, didn’t you p>
Rebekah knew it was useless to argue. With the basement door still open, her fuzzy mind raced, trying to figure out how to escape. She was weak, but she had to get past Candice.
Seeing her silence, Candice assumed she’d struck a nerve and her contempt grew. Just as she was about to say more, Rebekah suddenly lunged forward, grabbing the musty blanket from the floor and throwing it over Candice’s head.
“Ah! What is this p>
While Candice struggled to free herself, Rebekah bolted for the door. Her head was spinning, but her nerves were stretched taut.