Second Chance: Marrying into Wealth Chapter 196

At this moment, Marlowe was completely at a loss. "No, you guys, don't listen to them. They're not my real parents."

But Yosef was a sly one. Seeing Marlowe trying to distance herself, Yosef wasn't about to let that happen.

He spoke in a deliberately vague tone, "Sweetie, we're sorry. Looks like we've caused you some trouble. We'll leave now, don't be mad. If you get sick from anger, we'll be heartbroken."

Then he pretended to drag Yasmin away, but their departure was slow, with frequent glances back, as if they were reluctant to leave.

This made the people who had been slightly swayed by Marlowe's explanation even angrier and more critical of her.

"Look at how much her parents care about her, and she doesn't even react. She's so cold-hearted."

"Her parents look like the most honest farmers from the countryside. Even if they're poor, they raised her and probably even sent her to college. Otherwise, she wouldn't be an editor-in-chief. She doesn't even know how to be grateful."

"She's truly heartless and ungrateful, not fit to be anyone's daughter."

Yosef and Yasmin probably heard these comments and, seeing that things were going as they planned, finally disappeared from sight.

They left Marlowe with a mess to clean up.

Now, no matter what Marlowe tried to explain, the onlookers wouldn't believe her.

She was at a loss for words, and this situation would likely escalate and spread quickly, making her situation even worse.

At this moment, Marlowe's face was dark with anger. The onlookers, after pointing fingers and seeing that the other party had left, gradually dispersed.

Marlowe thought it was over and that she could find a way to deal with it before things got worse.

But I knew Yosef and Yasmin. People as greedy as them wouldn't give up until they got what they wanted. Since they didn't get any money, they wouldn't leave so easily.

Sure enough. When everyone had left and Marlowe thought she could finally leave, Yosef and Yasmin appeared out of nowhere again.

"What do you want? I'm telling you, what you just did damaged my reputation. You'll pay for this," Marlowe snarled, her face contorted with rage.

But Yosef and Yasmin weren't afraid.

"We're old, and we don't have any money. We can't go back home, and we have nowhere to stay here, not even a place to eat. If you call the police, at least we'll have a place to eat and sleep. Oh, and look at us, our hair is white, our minds aren't sharp, and our eyesight is poor. It's not surprising we mistook you for our daughter. If we tell the police that, they won't do anything to us since we didn't cause you any real harm," Yosef said arrogantly.

Marlowe couldn't leave, nor could she deal with them. Even if she wasn't sure if calling the police would help, she still made the call.

When the police arrived, Yosef and Yasmin immediately played the victim. With their honest appearance and apologetic attitude, the police could only give them a friendly reminder and couldn't do much else.

I even saw Yosef give Marlowe a taunting smile when no one was looking.

That smile sent chills down my spine, even as an observer.

My impression of Yosef and Yasmin mostly came from my parents' conversations and Quinlan's stories.

Even when my parents passed away and Yosef and Yasmin tried to take my inheritance, they initially pretended to be kind, so I never saw their true, ruthless nature. Later, Lawrence dealt with them directly, so I never experienced their terror firsthand until now.

Yosef and Yasmin didn't get the punishment they deserved. Instead, Yasmin's act of playing the victim and Yosef pretending to be sick earned the police's sympathy. I heard the police comforting them, saying they would help find their daughter.

It wouldn't be long before the police found Quinlan. I could imagine the horrors Yosef and Yasmin would inflict on Quinlan if they found her.

After all, they managed to drive a strong woman like Marlowe to the brink. Who knew what they'd do to Quinlan, who had been oppressed for years?

I turned off the camera and dialed a number.

After I finished speaking, I saw Marlowe standing there, stunned.

She might have encountered unreasonable people before, but probably none as terrifying as Yosef and Yasmin, leaving her in shock for a long time.

Her face was pale and grim, whether from fear or anger, or both.

I thought for a moment and walked up to her.

When Marlowe saw me, her pale face turned icy cold. She demanded, "How long have you been here? How much did you see?"

I didn't hide it. "Since you started getting harassed."

"So, are you here to laugh at me?" Her face grew even more unpleasant.

Well, a dirty mind saw dirt everywhere.

I didn't deny it. "The boomerang hit you, and now you're suffering. When you did bad things, did you ever think you'd end up like this? You're experiencing less than a tenth of what Quinlan went through, and you're already this upset. Do you regret it?"

"Regret what? As for Quinlan, her situation isn't my fault. She can only blame herself for being born to such awful parents!" Even now, Marlowe showed no remorse, saying such heartless words.

"In that case, why didn't you just tell Yosef and Yasmin where Quinlan is?" I smirked.

Marlowe's eyes flickered. "I don't know where she is now. Quinlan ran fast, so she's lucky!"

I shouldn't have expected anything from her. She really had no heart. When she threatened Quinlan, she claimed she could find her no matter where she was.

"If you don't regret it, then you'll have to deal with what's coming. You brought this on yourself. Yosef and Yasmin will stop at nothing to find Quinlan for money. If they can't find her, you'll be their target."

Marlowe hadn't fully grasped the reality or underestimated Yosef and Yasmin's shamelessness. She boasted, "Why should I be afraid? Don't forget, you're their dear niece. It's easier for them to get money from you than from me. You should be the one worried."

I chuckled. "I've dealt with tougher people. If I can handle them, do you think I'd be afraid? You should worry about yourself."

Marlowe gave me a disdainful look, got in her car, and prepared to drive away.

I thought for a moment and then knocked on Marlowe's car window.