Female Novel
Chapter 137 You Are Not the Daughter of the Doyle Family
Martha slowly opened her eyes and looked coldly at the woman before her, and could only think that
she was so pathetic and pitiful.
"You are not the daughter of the Doyle family. You and I have never been sisters."
For a second there was confusion and shock in Hollie's resentful eyes. With her mouth half open,
unable to believe what she had heard, she gazed at Martha.
What had she heard?
Did Martha say she was not a daughter of the Doyle family?
What did that mean? How could it be?
She was furious. "Do you know what you're talking about?"
Martha, with dark eyes, looked at her and said softly, "It was my father who told me."
'No, I don't believe it!'
Hollie immediately shook her head and snapped back.
She grew up in the Doyle Manor. How could she not be a daughter of the Doyle family?
Martha must be lying to her!
Martha had expected that Hollie would not believe it.
Her eyes narrowed slightly as she said, "Before I came here, I went to the hospital and got a paternity
test."
Then Martha took the handbag and took out the paternity test report and placed it in front of the glass
window so that Hollie could see the words on it.
When Hollie saw the paternity test, she was shocked and her hand tightened on the phone.
She could not believe that it was the truth.
She shook her head desperately to deny it, but the paternity test showed plainly that there was no
blood relation between herself, Maxwell, and Martha,
In the end, she shook her head violently and retorted, "It's impossible, impossible!"
How could she not be Maxwell's daughter?
Martha must be deceiving her.
As Hollie could not accept it, Martha's indifferent voice sounded again.
"Think about it. My father loved my mother dearly. For all those years, your birth mother has never
been mentioned, and there has never been any scandal about my father. How can you be my father's
illegitimate daughter?
"Then where did I come from? Rich people are all bad guys, and Maxwell is no exception!"
Hollie's pretty face was full of fury, and her voice was full of irrepressible agitation. novelbin
The guard standing on the side saw that the prisoner was not calm, and quickly stepped forward and
snapped,"Calm down!"
Hollie ignored the guard's warning, just staring at Martha with her scarlet eyes.
"You're lying to me. Why would you lie to me when I am already in prison?"
Why... What was the point of Martha lying to her at this time?
Hollie actually had an answer at the time, but she would not admit it.
If she was not the daughter of the Doyle family, what a ridiculous life she had led in the past.
And what was the point of her revenge on Martha?
Didn't she become a fool living in her own daydreams?
Sorrow was gathering in Hollie's eyes, and her hands were clenched, the nails already dug in the
palms.
No, she could not accept it. She couldn't!
Martha looked at the woman out of control with cold eyes and began to tell the truth.
"I don't know what the relationship between my parents and your mother was, but your mother
entrusted you to my parents' care before her death, and that's why you were taken back to the Doyle
Manor when you were five. My parents kept your identity secret at the time, saying you were adopted.
But rumors spread that you were born out of wedlock, and you believed it."
"No... That's just a lie. I'm not adopted. I am Maxwell's daughter, and he does not admit it. How could I
not..."
Hollie nearly broke down and murmured.
Seeing Hollie like this, Martha felt bad, but it did not mean she sympathized with Hollie. She just felt felt
sorry for her parents.
Martha's mother treated Hollie as if she were her own daughter, but Hollie was never grateful to
Martha's mother.
Martha's mother adopted an ungrateful bastard who killed her.
Holly bit the hand that fed her, killing Martha's mother at sea.
Then Martha would make Hollie pay for it.
Martha's eyes narrowed slightly as she looked at the disheveled woman in the cubicle.
Hollie shook his head and muttered, "No... You must be lying to me. It's not true. I do not believe it... I
do not believe it."
Martha was sneering and said seriously, "Hollie, I never make vicious remarks, but now I want to tell
you -- from the beginning to the end, you are nobody, and you are in no position to rob me of anything."
And she was even less entitled to hate Martha.
Hollie burst into a bitter laugh. Watching the coldness in Martha's eyes, she felt that it was only
ridiculous.
"You're lying to me to deal me a blow, aren't you?"
"Do I have to lie to you now?"
Martha sneered and shattered the last ray of hope in Hollie's heart with an indifferent tone of voice.
She handed the paternity test report to the prison guard standing next to Hollie, then mocked, "It's
written in black and white. Don't lie to yourself."
Hollie took the report from the guard, clutched it tightly, and read it carefully, looking for mistakes in it.
But in the end, nothing wrong was found.
The report was true.
For an instant the woman felt as if all her strength had been drained from her, and she sank back in her
chair, breathing harder.
Martha showed no mercy, and still kept her cool. "I will not forgive you for everything you have done.
Whether it is the life of my mother or the pain I have suffered in the past, I want you to pay the price."
"If you're given a light sentence this time, I will file an appeal again. You may not be sentenced to
death, but for the rest of your life, you must stay in prison until you die!"
When she finished speaking, Martha got up and left.
At last she had revenged her mother on Hollie.
"Mom, I hope you're happy in heaven."
In the future, she would protect her family from any harm.
In the cubicle, Hollie watched Martha's departing back, her eyes full of grief. She picked up the
paternity test report and tore it to shreds.
At last she smashed them against the glass.
And all the white pieces of paper were scattered.
"Martha you liar, I will not believe you! I am exactly the daughter of the Doyle family. Otherwise, how
could I have suffered so much when I was a child?"
"You must be telling such lies to torture me! Come back! I do not believe it! I won't believe you, never
and ever!"
Hollie growled wildly, but no one answered her.
By the end her whole face was covered with tears.
...
Martha stepped out of the visiting room and paused to take a deep breath.
Just now, she could not contain herself, and became a little emotional.
Not wishing to make her emotion got the best of her, she stood still, trying to compose herself.
Just then a black car drove slowly toward her and finally pulled up in front of her.