Female Novel
Chapter 339
Eason was being a menace.
He was mocking families like the Lincolns. If a prestigious family like the Lincolns would rather getrid of their children born with defects, who was to say regular families wouldn't do the same?
"Furthermore, these two sets of parents who didn't give up on looking for their children refused toaccept any donations. They sold all their property and spent their whole lives feeling regretful.
"They regretted allowing their children to participate in the genius competition. They also regrettedputting so much pressure on them and blamed themselves for their incompetence…"
These parents truly loved their children.
But unfortunately, they ended up being manipulated.
They had turned into weapons of murder. They became sacrificial lambs on someone else'schopping board.
They were innocent, yet they ended up in such a pitiful situation.
Misfortunes always came in a series. The silent cries of despair coming from powerless regularpeople like them were depressing.
Those parents must have felt desperate enough to walk the path of becoming murderers willingly.
"The families received donations from the public? Which families received them? And which charitydid all the donations come from? Who was the one who initiated it?" I asked Eason with a frown.
"I checked and found that the donation campaigns were organized by Angel Fund. Their aim was toprovide comfort and relief to those families. Angel Fund has always been something the lower class
in Huma went to for help. The organization has a good reputation in the charity industry.
"Nowadays, if a child from a regular family falls ill, they're eligible to apply to Angel Fund for help,"Eason replied with a shrug.
I took a deep breath upon hearing that.
Angel Fund was something that I was all too familiar with.novelbin
"That charity was first established by Michael's mother…" I murmured softly. My voice was hoarseand trembling.
I hoped that everything was just a coincidence.
Otherwise, it meant that there was much more at stake. There were more pawns on the playing fieldthan we realized.
How could small fries like us make it through to the end?
"Society is much like a huge spider web. There is no absolute good or absolute evil. The world welive in is not simply black or white," Eason said indifferently.
"The person you consider to be unforgivable might be someone who respects their parents a lot.The good Samaritan you know might have blood on their hands in secret.
"Something sinister must lay behind every person's immense wealth. Do you think that all theworld's billionaires have clean backgrounds? Do you really think that they have no skeletons hiddenin their closets?"
The world was essentially dark like that. One could only find great happiness and freedom if onelived a mediocre life in ignorance.
"Can you find out who funded the luxurious cash prizes behind the genius competition?" Zion askedEason.
"I've already done that. It was Angel Fund," Eason answered with another shrug.
It wasn't really a secret.
Angel Fund was dedicated to treating and supporting children with congenital deformities as well asgenetic and rare diseases. As such, it attracted widespread attention from society.
The Fords were also constantly praised by the media and newspapers for this good deed. This laida solid foundation for Michael's takeover of the Ford Group later on.
No one could achieve success overnight, after all. If Michael hadn't used the Ford Group'spredecessor as a stepping stone, he wouldn't have acquired the position he was in today.
I took a deep breath and rubbed my brows.
It turned out that Angel Fund, the Fords, and Michael were somehow involved.
So, Michael wasn't the only one who deliberately lied to me back then. Perhaps I had alsoapproached him with the intention of deceiving him as well.
I couldn't help but wonder what my relationship with Peter in the past was.
"Stephie, you don't look too well. Let's head home so you can lie down," Steven said as he lookedat me with concern. He wanted to bring me home.
"Simmy's birthday is coming up in a few days. When you guys go visit him, could you help wish hima happy birthday for me? I won't be going…" Eason said in a huffy tone.
Whenever Simeon was ever mentioned, it made Eason feel uncomfortable all over.
Steven didn't say anything. He lowered his gaze, looking unusually pained and sad.
Simeon had died for him, after all. This was the nightmarish truth Steven would never ever forget inthis lifetime.
"Why is Eason so afraid of Simmy?" I asked quietly after getting in the car.
"He's afraid of me as well," Steven said softly. He tried to hold my hand without me knowing.
I smacked his hand away, causing him to lower his head with an aggrieved look on his face.
"He thinks that Simmy and I aren't normal, that we're monsters…" Steve said.
"And?" I wondered if that was all.
"Well, he got everyone in class to call me and Simmy monsters. So, Simmy and I decided to fighthim back. We would play small tricks on him every time. He couldn't detect or figure out what washappening most of the time," Steven said.
He let out a low laugh, as if he had recalled some funny memories of the past. His eyelashesfluttered.
Simmy had probably been one of the few good memories Steven had of his past.