Female Novel
Chapter 1529
"Estelle, why is it that every time Carmella makes a little progress, you show up to stir the pot? If you
have a problem with me and you're not satisfied with me, just come at me directly! Why take it out on
Carmella? Would you be satisfied only if she's dead?"
Simone's voice was hoarse, filled with anger and hatred.
Estelle's gaze was slightly cold, her tone calm. "Why do you still insist on believing that I'm the one
hurting her? Was it me who asked her to steal my designs and go on a talent show? Was it me who
made her deny her mistakes and even bite back at me with false accusations? Or was it me who forced
her to be so arrogant that she hired internet trolls to attack me? Aren't all these troubles her own
making?"
Simone angrily retorted, "It was you! You intentionally let Carmella walk into your office and see the
design drafts, didn't you? You deliberately set a trap to harm her!"
Estelle frowned, and a hint of surprise flashed in her eyes. Then she said contemptuously, "Mrs.
Simone, do you and Carmella both suffer from persecution delusions? Let's assume your conspiracy
theory is true. Let's suppose I really wanted her to see my designs and then frame her. If she had any
self-awareness, knowing that plagiarism is despicable, then she wouldn't have stolen my designs. But
she did. This means that she couldn't resist the temptation of fame and profit, so she chose to steal my
designs. If she were a person of integrity, even if I placed my designs right in front of her, she wouldn't
have taken a glance."
Simone was silent for a moment, her faint sobbing was the only sound on the phone line. It was a
sound of helplessness and fear.
For some reason, Estelle didn't hang up. She just listened to Simone's sobbing, turning her gaze
towards the window. The leaves of the begonia tree in the early autumn had already turned yellow, and
with a gust of wind, a few leaves gently fell, piling up on the ground.
After a while, Simone spoke again. "Estelle, if Carmella can pull through, could you spare her for my
sake, for giving birth to you? She started to change after you appeared. She's afraid that you'll take
away the person she loves most, that you'll take her place, and that's why she's having mentalnovelbin
problems."
Estelle calmly replied, "She's already taken too much that belongs to her, even things that should have
been mine. Do you really think I would forgive her that easily? I'm sorry, but I can't."
Simone's tone softened. "It's your father and I who owe you an apology. We did something bad to you,
and we apologize. As long as you're willing to let Carmella go, I promise that she won't bother you
anymore!"
Estelle's voice was as calm as ever. "And how do you propose I let her go?"
Simone said in haste, "Estelle, you could make a public announcement, saying that you gave the
designs to Carmella on purpose, that this whole thing was a publicity stunt to make yourself famous.
And then tell everyone that the things Carmella did were all part of the act."
Estelle looked surprised. She couldn't help but laugh. "Simone, you want me to ruin my own reputation
to save Carmella?"
Simone quickly responded, "No, you have so many fans and so many achievements. Your status is
established, and no one will blame you!"
Estelle's gaze returned to the begonia tree outside the window, her eyes suddenly a little nonchalant.
Simone continued to persuade her. "Estelle, if you're willing to help Carmella to save her this time, I
promise to love you as much as I love Carmella from now on. I can bring you back to the Macclain
family immediately. We can live happily together as a family from now on."
Estelle's gaze fell on the leaves rustling in the wind, her voice faint and light. "Simone, am I really your
daughter? After you found me, did you actually do a DNA test and confirm the results with your own
eyes? Are you really my mother?"
She must have gotten it wrong. Simone loved Carmella so much, how could they not be real mother
and daughter?
Simone hesitated for a moment. "Of course, I'm sure about this. What do you mean by asking this?"
Estelle took a deep breath, her gentle face gradually turning cold. She said lightly, "What you're saying
would only be possible if Carmella survives, right?"
Simone quickly nodded. "Yes, yes, Carmella is still in the emergency room!"
Estelle laughed coldly. Her words were clear and distinct. "Well then, I wish she would stay in that
emergency room forever!"
Then Estelle hung up the phone.