The Unveiling of Secret Queen-Chapter 258: Innate Underdeveloped Lacrimal Glands_1
Is she really that crazy?
Emilia Sullivan’s liver and spleen trembled with rage.
Nathalie Quinlan went straight up, walked up to Ghania Quinlan, and flipped through her phone to that audio, and played it.
"Hey, are you okay?"
"Get up quickly, I know you’re fine. Don’t play dead with me."
...
"Are you done yet? Get up already, you’ve always been a little... bitch... pretending you can’t stand up."
The video was very short, just tens of seconds.
It finished playing in an instant.
Yet Ghania Quinlan looked as if she’d seen a ghost, her complexion turning as white as snow, her fingertips trembling, clinging desperately to Emilia Sullivan’s arm, relying on this to stand firm.
Her eyes shook violently, filled with a look of disbelief.
Nathalie, how could Nathalie have the video?!
Wasn’t there no surveillance in that hospital corridor?
Ghania Quinlan’s heart was in turmoil, facing Nathalie Quinlan who stood before her waiting for an explanation, she subconsciously opened her mouth, wanting to explain.
But her mind went blank, and for a moment, she found herself unable to utter a single word.
She thought Nathalie Quinlan had barged in to talk about the music piece.
She was already prepared in her heart.
Who knew that Nathalie Quinlan wasn’t here for the music, but for what happened that day in the hospital! And she even got the video so quickly.
"Speak," the Girl said, her pale chin lifting slightly, her emotions not too intense, yet giving an invisible sense of oppression.
Ghania Quinlan’s heart fluttered, her tongue bitten, and as if possessed, she blurted out, "This video is fake."
After she finished speaking, she steadied herself.
Right, there was no surveillance in that hospital corridor; Nathalie Quinlan must have found someone to edit a similar video to scare her.
If she admitted to it, that would be foolish.
Ghania Quinlan took a deep breath, her eyes flickered and then calmed down gradually, deliberately not thinking about why the conversation in that fake video was exactly the same as what she had said to that little cripple in the hospital that day.
"I don’t know where you got this thing from, I don’t recognize the people inside."
"Someone must be framing me on purpose," she said as her eyes misted over, as if she really felt aggrieved.
"Huh!"
Nathalie Quinlan laughed, took her Phone back, and overwhelmed her with her height, and even more so with her presence. In fact, she subdued everyone’s spirit in the private room, including Adelia Tucker’s!
Ghania Quinlan, do you only know how to cry when you encounter problems? Do you think that everything in this world can be solved with just a few tears?
When you were with Zayn Fisher, you did the same, crying and whining as if I was the one who made you hook up.
And now it’s the same, I haven’t even spoken, and you’re already crying."
Tears are indeed a wonderful thing, able to solve most of the world’s troubles, but it’s a pity that I was born with underdeveloped tear glands and have never been able to cry since I was a child.
Children who don’t know how to cry are doomed to have no sweets.
When Emilia Sullivan saw Ghania Quinlan crying, her heart clenched, filled with distress, and she hugged her tightly in her arms, pointing an angry finger and accusing, "Nathalie Quinlan, have you had enough? What are you trying to prove with a ridiculous video, that Ghania is the person above? Or are you trying to say Ghania pushed someone?"
"You can’t even see the person’s face clearly in that video! You know she’s been physically weak since she was young, yet you keep making trouble out of nothing. What do you want to do, are you trying to get her hospitalized with anger? Is it that you’ll be at peace when she’s dead?"
Nathalie Quinlan was long accustomed to her not asking for clarity, not understanding the reasons behind events, and taking Ghania Quinlan’s side the moment she shed tears, bringing up Ghania’s illness at any conflict.
"... Have I ever said that the person in this video is her?"
