Chapter 1786: Chapter 1789: Reap What You Sow
Tara Hammond was unaware of Evelyn Lucas’s thoughts.
Letting Evelyn Lucas hold her, Tara Hammond whispered softly in her embrace.
"Evelyn, listen... listen to what Mom says. I know this face of mine has been ruined. Evelyn, Robbie Bright can’t be trusted; ever since my face got destroyed, he has been two-faced with me."
"Listen carefully, Evelyn, we must find a chance to kill him. Once Robbie Bright is dead, we can take over his power, and then you will become the greatest underground ruler in B City."
Hearing Tara Hammond’s words, Evelyn Lucas felt a surge inside.
But her surface displayed an expression of difficulty to accept, "Mom, he’s my Dad... how can I..."
"Fool. He’s just your biological father; he hasn’t raised you or loved you. Have you thought about it? If, in the future, he flirts again and has a child with another woman, can you still maintain your position? Sweetheart, listen to Mom, find a chance to kill him."
"And Lily Redington and Aidan Lucas, and Theodore Lucas, they all can’t be spared either. They deliberately set a trap for me; I must make them pay. Evelyn, listen, we can... ugh..."
Tara Hammond stopped halfway through her words as her face suddenly showed an extremely horrified expression.
Her eyes widened, pupils contracted, and the veins on her neck and temples bulged.
Such expressions made every wound on her face look like they were about to explode, hideous and terrifying.
"Eve... Evelyn... what are you doing...?"
Tara Hammond looked up, in disbelief hoping it was her own hallucination.
However, when her eyes met Evelyn Lucas’s calm and indifferent gaze.
She realized sadly that it was all not an illusion.
It was real... the sharp pain on her wrist was real...
Her daughter, Tara Hammond’s biological daughter, indeed used scissors to cut her wrist.
"Mom, you also know Robbie Bright is not the same with you now. But compared to Robbie Bright, you are the burden now. At least he still has value, but you..."
Evelyn didn’t need to say the rest; Tara Hammond could guess.
She watched Evelyn Lucas cut open her left wrist, watched Evelyn Lucas throw the blood-stained medical scissors to the ground, watched her cut off the electric bell, watched her...
"I’m your mother, I’m your biological mother... why, why are you doing this? We rely on each other, how can you do this to me!!!"
The feeling of blood leaving her body became more obvious, and Tara Hammond tried to get up and call for help, but seriously injured, she didn’t even have the strength to get out of bed.
"Ha, why? Mom, how can you ask such a stupid question?" Evelyn Lucas stood beside the bed, looking down at Tara Hammond.
At this moment, tears like flood came streaming from her eyes.
But no matter how many tears, how violent, her heart remained cold and hard.
Evelyn Lucas would never forget what Tara Hammond taught her.
"Mom, you taught me ’every man for himself;’ I’ve always remembered, not daring to forget. Do you know how painful and tormenting it is for me to end your life with my own hands? But I have no choice. If I let you live, you would become my stain. Only with your death will I become a helpless victim..."
"Ev... Evelyn..." Tara Hammond wanted to speak, but it was as if something was stuck in her throat, unable to get words out.