Sweetheart Do You Still Love Me novel Chapter 649

Chapter 649 Repaying a Debt

Shocked and afraid, Simone was worried that the man would come back again. In a state of panic, she forgot to dial 911 and fled the scene hastily.

As her senses gradually returned upon reaching home, she suddenly realized that Leah might still be lying there.

At that moment, it had become too late to contact the authorities.

Furthermore, if she were to reach out to the authorities, they would likely trace the incident back to Simone, which would then expose the Damazio Family scandal one after another.

To safeguard herself, she ultimately decided to conceal this matter.

In the subsequent days, she observed that her husband appeared visibly unsettled. However, she remained oblivious to the cause of his distress.

Now that she had remembered, she realized it must be because of what happened back then.

Simone snapped back to reality and looked at Slevin before her, feeling a bit flustered. "I'm truly sorry."

"What's the use of apologizing now? Can an apology bring my mother back to life?"

Slevin sneered. "And let's not forget, my mother died because of you. Have you never felt any guilt all these years while enjoying your happiness?"

She lowered her head, her voice filled with panic. "It's not like that, my child. I've suffered every night for so many years, regretting why I didn't call the police back then. If I had done so, I could have saved your mother's life."

"So, why didn't you call the police back then?" He looked her up and down with a face full of disdain. "Because you were concerned and afraid. Afraid of taking responsibility; afraid of tarnishing the reputation of the Damazio Family, isn't that right? You are indeed a worthy daughter-in-law—so worthy that you lack a trace of conscience."

After he finished talking, he took a deep breath.

These words had been rehearsed in Slevin's mind for all these years. Today, these words finally found their way out. What followed was a sense of relief and satisfaction.

"Simone, rest assured. I have no interest in the wealth of the Damazio Family. However, don't take my words lightly. I'll never let anyone in your family go, including your precious son. Can you guess what my intention was in bringing Yelena back? It was certainly to make your beloved son drown in pain. Also, I am not oblivious to the fact that your son wasn't infected with the epidemic at all. He's terminally ill and on the brink of death. Your son is enduring the pain on your behalf, Simone. Oh, Simone, you're truly fortunate. First, my mother died for you, and now your son is paying the price for your actions."

Simone panicked. "Enough, please stop!"

Slevin approached her and grabbed her neck, his tone harsh as he asked, "Enough? I haven't finished yet. Simone, do you know I wish I could strangle you right now?"

At first, she struggled to catch her breath and struggled, but as soon as she thought of Leah, she immediately calmed down. "If you hate me so much, then go ahead and strangle me. If it brings you solace or saves my son and the Damazio Family, I'm willing to bear that burden."

Simone's face flushed crimson as if on the verge of suffocation.

Slevin, of course, was not willing to let her off so easily. He abruptly released his grip, causing her to be thrown onto the couch. "When do you think you have the right to decide when to die? I haven't had enough fun yet. You seem to be too naive if you can trade your life for the lives of your son and the Damazio Family."

He retrieved a tissue from the table and wiped his hands as though he had touched something disgusting.

"I hope you won't be such a coward the next time we meet." He sneered and left.

She slumped down from the couch and collapsed onto the ground with a pale face.

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Yelena ran out desperately and squatted by the roadside, crying uncontrollably.

Hank's words had been incredibly hurtful. After being together for so long and even getting engaged, she had never imagined that he would suddenly speak to her as if he were a completely different person.

She was at a loss.