Substitute Marriage: Reborn As The Top Big-Shot Chapter 1735

Chapter 1735: 420: Final Letter!_5 Chapter 1735: 420: Final Letter!_5 At that moment, Olivia Armstrong wanted nothing more than to kill Edward Armstrong directly.

A thousand cuts and slashes would be the only way to vent her anger.

Edward Armstrong, with his eyes reddened, said, “Sister, believe me, it really has nothing to do with me…”

“You good-for-nothing!” Olivia slapped Edward Armstrong across his face. “You couldn't even protect your own daughter! How could you do such an outrageous act with Sabrina Sabir? Are you even fit to be human?”

Edward Armstrong hung his head and said nothing.

How could he have known that Christina was so selfish?

He had intended for her to enjoy blessings.

But she sought death!

Peter Stone was so wealthy; once Christina married him, not only would she have a good life, but she could also provide a good life for her entire family.

Yet Christina didn't appreciate her good fortune!

“Calm down, everyone please calm down!” Immediately, a policeman came and separated the two.

Olivia wept as she covered her face.

“Why would you do such a thing? Just for those three million dollars? Is a living person worth less than three million?”

“No! We never asked for the three million dollar dowry; Peter Stone offered it willingly!” Sabrina continued, “I'm also heartbroken that Christina had to marry Peter Stone. As her mother, wouldn't I want my daughter to marry someone she truly likes? But she set her heart on his wealth despite my advice! What could I do if she wouldn't listen?”

Anyway, Christina was already dead, death without proof. As long as she insisted that Christina married Peter Stone willingly, what could the police do to her?

And Peter Stone insisted on the same story that Christina married him out of her own free will.

Regarding the three million dollar dowry, it was his token of gratitude for her parents' years of upbringing.

Since both parties gave the same account, the police could only temporarily release them.

The news of a bride dying by falling from a building on her wedding day quickly attracted media attention.

The next day.

All major headlines were about Christina Armstrong, and for a time, the Armstrong Clan became a hot spot for reporters.

Sabrina had thought that Christina's death might bring her a significant loss.

Unexpectedly, not only did she not suffer any loss, but they also received condolence money from kind-hearted people in society.

The parents' hearts must have been heavy with their daughter dying on her wedding day.

Suddenly, the Armstrong parents received tears of sympathy from many people.

Sabrina wept in front of the camera, “I raised her for twenty-seven years and never once thought that this silly girl would leave us in such a way! While she was with Peter Stone, I advised her that he was too old for her, and they weren't suitable at all. But she wouldn't listen to me! She said she was scared of being poor and wanted to climb the social ladder. If I had known it would turn out this way, I would rather it have been me who jumped off the building than for her to marry that old man!”

“My daughter!”

Sabrina portrayed the image of a good mother so vividly that it was hard to distinguish between the real and the pretend.

Until that moment.

Aunt Wang, who lived in the same neighborhood, was walking when she found a blood-stained envelope in the greenery.

Given that there had been a fatal incident in the neighborhood recently, Aunt Wang realized something was wrong and immediately called the police.

After the police arrived and opened the envelope, they discovered it was Christina Armstrong's suicide note.

It was also her last words:
“I am Christina Armstrong; born on January 2nd, XX year, my ID number is 2568*****5612.

I live in Champs Garden, Building 19, Room 3601.

When I wrote this letter, my mood was very calm. These past few days, I have thought a lot.

There were times of discontent and anger, but in the end, all these complex emotions turned to nothingness.

Whom can I blame?”

Whom do I hate?

It was Father who gave me life, Mother who brought me into this world. I don't hate anyone; I cannot bring myself to hate anyone.

I just feel fate has been too unjust.

From a very young age, I noticed that our parents treated my brother and me differently. Whenever there were tasty or desirable things at home, Mother would always secretly save them for my brother.

The phrase Dad used most often with me was, “Your brother is younger, you are the sister, you must let him have his way.”

Whenever I was with my brother, no matter which of us was naughty or made a mistake, if my brother cried, then I was the one who got beaten by Mom.

At that time, I thought, maybe it's because my brother's academic performance is good and mine is too poor, so my parents don't like me.

So, I studied hard and finally, I became the top student in my class and received the Outstanding Student Award.

When I reached junior high school, my teachers said I could definitely attend a key high school. But at this time, my parents made me drop out of school and arranged for me to work on an assembly line in a factory, and all my wages were used for my brother's tuition fees.

I dreamt countless times that I had gotten into a prestigious high school and stepped into the university I longed for.

Unfortunately.

These were just dreams.

Originally, after starting work, I could have found a good man and lived a stable life. Countless times in my heart, I swore to let my own children study well.

Just then, I learned that my parents had sold me to a man over seventy for three million dollars.

I resisted desperately.

But they were so cold and ruthless, pushing me repeatedly into the abyss of hell.

I thought I could only compromise, but I could only compromise temporarily, not forever.

This time.

My life belongs only to me.

Additionally.

I must sincerely thank my aunt and uncle's family.

I think, if only I had listened to Isla's words from the beginning, how wonderful that would have been!

Why should I have expectations?

Expecting something that could simply never happen.

It was my aunt who gave me the mother's love I never had.

She cared for and cherished me.

And my uncle, he was like my father, always quietly protecting me from behind, giving me a sense of security.

More than once I thought, how great it would be if I were your daughter.

Isla, thank you for not despising me, not my educational background, not for being a textile factory worker. I was truly happy shopping with you.

I hope you can be happy for a lifetime, growing old with the one you love.

We had plans to go shopping together, I am sorry, now I have to break that appointment.

Tell Aunt not to be sad, nor to cry. I am not dead; I am liberated. From now on, I can be a tree, a blade of grass, a carefree bird in the sky, a river flowing to the sea… Just never let me be a human again.

Christina Armstrong ended it all on November 26.

Soon, the police called Isla Astir and her parents.

Simultaneously, the police also made this suicide note public. Although the law cannot constrain the actions of Edward Armstrong and Sabrina Sabir, morality can.

Inside the police station.

Olivia Armstrong and William Astir were illiterate, so Isla Astir read the letter aloud to them, her voice growing hoarser until, in the end, she was sobbing uncontrollably.

Olivia Armstrong knelt on the ground, crying her heart out, “Christina, my child, how foolish you are, how foolish…”

Chapter end

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