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Irvin froze for a second. Then he lowered his head and saw that the person speaking was Mom. He stared at the janitor’s uniform she was wearing, momentarily at a loss for words.
Mom would do anything for Julianne, her adopted daughter. Even with her obsessive cleanliness, she’d disguised herself as a janitor just to sneak in and beg Irvin for help.
I had already laid out all the evidence in front of her and told her clearly that the Julianne she adored so much wasn’t the daughter of her first love, but the very person responsible for his real daughter’s death.
Still, she refused to accept it. She was convinced all those files, all those videos, were fake and they were lies I had fabricated to drive a wedge between her and Julianne, to force her to give up on saving Julianne.
She clung to the idea that Julianne was the biological daughter of her first love and was now running herself ragged trying to save her.
When she heard Irvin had recovered, she’d gone so far as to spend a large sum of money just to disguise herself as a janitor and sneak into his workplace so she could beg him to help.
“Irvin,” she pleaded, “Lianne’s always been delicate. She’s already suffered so much in that detention center. If you don’t help her, she won’t survive!
“Think of how she saved your life when you were a child. Think of the Sinclairs. Think of Diana and how she raised you like her own. Please just help her one last time.”
After waking from his coma, Irvin threw himself fully into taking down Timothy. He hadn’t once thought about Julianne, let alone her current situation.
I hadn’t bothered telling him anything about her, either. So up until this moment, he still didn’t know that Julianne wasn’t Diana’s biological daughter.
But at the mention of Diana, the woman who wasn’t his mother by blood, but had loved him more than any mother could, his expression softened just a little.
However, he had said that the last time he helped Julianne would be the last time, and he meant it.
No matter what he might’ve owed the Sinclairs, or whatever Julianne had done for him back then, he’d long since settled that debt. Whatever happened to Julianne after that had nothing to do with him anymore.
So he looked at Mom and said flatly, “Mrs. Quill, please don’t ask for my help again. I won’t help Julianne anymore. Whatever sentence she gets, she deserves it.”
Mom had already gone to everyone she could think of, but no one was willing to help.
Irvin was her last hope. She knew that if she gave up now, there would be no one left who could save Julianne.
She thought I had probably shown Irvin those “fake” documents, and that was why he was bein Julianne wasn’t Diana’s daughter.
so cold and suddenly believed
Panicked, she cried, “Irvin, don’t let those files Emilia showed you fool you into thinking Lianne’s not Diana’s real daughter!
“She is! Emilia made up all that so–called proof! Lianne is Diana’s only biological daughter! If you don’t save her, Diana will be furious with you from beyond the grave!
“I’m begging you. Please, please, just save Lianne!”
Mom was convinced that Irvin was the only one left who could save Julianne. And for the sake of her precious adopted daughter, she was willing to grovel in the dust.
But Irvin wasn’t stupid. He knew me. He knew I wasn’t someone who would ever forge evidence.
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So, no matter how sincere Mom’s words sounded or how desperate her pleas were, all he understood was that Julianne wasn’t Diana’s biological daughter.