Chapter 99 A New Enemy Iii

• Yvaine
• "I don't care where I come from, Norman. What matters is that I was a Stewart and now I am a Miller. If my grandparents didn't want anything to do with my mother when she needed them, now neither my children nor I need them either. Please tell me what happened to my parents, I'm nervous, I don't know where you're going with this," I begged, grabbing his shirt sleeve and pulling on it insistently. He smiled and, taking me in his arms, sat me on his lap and continued telling me.
• "Obviously, you won't need anyone. Your children and I are enough. You will always be a Miller, my dear wife. Well, as I was saying, your mother was able to warn your father that during that dinner, she intended to drug him with a powerful aphrodisiac so that, once in one of the hotel rooms, the two of them would be caught by photographers hired by your aunt in a compromising situation, your father would be forced to marry her," he said. A feeling of disgust overwhelmed me. It seemed that my aunt and cousin were the same, trash.