Forced to Marry the Sickly Billionaire

Mrs. Summers felt her heart being wrung painfully, "Grace, you mustn’t have any dark thoughts. That bastard Everett Parker, we don’t need him anymore. Mom will find you someone even better in the future."

Grace Summers lifted her cheeks, forcing a smile, but her face was full of bitterness.

Previously, her looks belonged to the category of pure and delicate beauties, so when she made such an expression, it was extremely pitiful.

But now, her cheeks were too gaunt, and making that expression seemed somewhat eerie instead.

"Mom, I don’t blame Brother Everett. Anyone who heard that misleading audio would misunderstand me as that kind of malicious, bad woman. I... sob sob sob..."

Unable to continue, Grace burst into tears, covering her mouth.

Mrs. Summers, heartbroken, embraced her, gently patting her shoulders and back, "Good Grace, don’t cry, Mom’s treasure! You’re right; it’s all Serena Summers’ fault! If it wasn’t for her, you wouldn’t have to suffer so much!"

Mrs. Summers blamed everything on Serena Summers.

Back in her room, fueled by anger, she pulled out her phone and dialed the number Marcus Summers had given her before.

Serena Summers had just finished shooting a scene and was about to rest when suddenly, a bottle of water appeared before her.