Overflow With Fake Love

Chapter 65: You Love Yourself Best

Amy's grandma was indeed awake.

She was staring at the ceiling blankly now.

"Grandma!"

Amy shouted excitedly and walked over to hold her hand.

The old lady's dull eyes suddenly became clear, and her eyes flashed.

She opened her mouth, but she was wearing an oxygen mask, so it was difficult for her to speak.

"Grandma, take a good rest."

Amy rubbed her cheek against her grandma's hand.

When she felt the pain, she remembered that there was a bruise on her cheek.

Grandma saw it too.

The old lady's eyes were full of questions and care.

Amy could not refute for a moment, because there were clear fingerprints on her cheeks.

Old Mrs.Howard slapped her hard.Couldn't she tell grandma that she had fallen, could she?

"I fought with my colleague.It doesn’t matter."

Grandma slowly narrowed her eyes, with no strength to look at her anymore.Then she fell asleep.Amy compressed her lips and touched her face.

Grandma must be worried about her.Paul stood behind her.

After hesitating for a moment, he patted her on the shoulder.

He was not good at comforting people, so his motion seemed stiff.

When Amy was about to thank him, her phone rang.

It was Selma.

"Amy, I heard that your grandmother is going to have an operation.Is she okay?" Selma tried her best to sound innocent.

She thought she was the "Jade Langwell" in Amy's eyes.

Amy put her on the speaker and recorded the conversation.

"Selma, I watched the surveillance with Old Mrs.Howard last time.She has confirmed that the woman who followed me was you, so stop pretending." Selma's expression froze and a trace of malice flashed across her eyes.

"Amy, why could you get the best?"

This question had been torturing her for a long time.

Why Amy? Selma had too much hatred in her heart.

She grew up in a bad environment, where her parents were unfaithful to love, and her stepfather harassed her.

Her stepfather would only give her living expenses and pocket money if he took advantage of her.

She did not dare to tell anyone, nor her cowardly mother.

Her pain seemed embarrassing.

And it shrank into a narrow band and became forever regret.

She thought all poor girls were like this.

It was not until she met Amy that she realized that some girls were born to be adventurous, beautiful, intelligent, and fearless.

She liked Amy at first until Amy saw she make the dirty dealings with her stepfather.

At that time, she was terrified and kept thinking that Amy would make a big splash and everyone would look down on her.

But it wasn't.

It was quiet as if nothing had happened.

She was grateful to Amy on one hand and hated her for knowing the secret and her hypocrisy on the other hand.

Later, when she heard that Amy married the man she had been dreamed of, it became more and more difficult to repress her hatred and she finally exploded.

"I got the best? Selma, it's scary to be jealous of others and to blame them at the same time.You gave up your dignity to beg a living from your stepfather.You've sold your soul.Why do you think I'm on the same side as you?" Selma held the phone tightly.

"What did Amy mean? Does she think she is nobler than me?"

It was funny!

"Amy, who do you think you are? You grew up in the gutter.Do you have the right to show off in front of me?"

Selma got angry.

What she hated about Amy the most was that what she said would piss others off.

Her voice was sharp, like nails scratching on the wall.

People may frown uncontrollably after hearing it.

"Selma, you don't dare to admit that you are a mammonist.For you, as long as you can get money, you don't care self-esteem.You say you like Paul, but in fact, what you like is his identity.You know very well what life you will live if you marry him.A selfish woman like you don't have love.You only love yourself.Do you remember the poor students who pursued you in college? How did you mock them? You are self-abased and conceited, flaunting your ambition and vulgarity with true love."

"Shut up! I love him! What do you know? You know nothing, b*tch?" Selma was crazy, with no reason left.

She shouted fiercely, "No one loves him more than I do in this world.He must be with me.You don't deserve it! You b*tch doesn't deserve it at all!"

Amy compressed her lips and glanced at the man who was standing beside her, careless.

"That is not your decision to make.It's up to my husband.Honey, do you know Miss Langwell?" She said it with a wicked intention.

She was always mean.

Selma was surprised.

Paul was beside her? Suddenly, she was overwhelmed by endless fear.

Did he hear what he said just now? She wanted to defend herself but found that she could not make a sound and her body was weak.

Amy must have done it on purpose to let Paul know about the worst in her.

She was so scared that she wanted to cry, regretting calling Amy.

But she expected Paul to say something for her who was humble, snooping on his life.

"No” Paul's indifference was like a sharp sword, stabbing straight at her heart.

Selma felt that her heart was in tatters in an instant.She knew that he wasn't friendly to women, but how could he cooperate with Amy? Did he fall in love with her? Tears streamed down her face and her throat was burning.

Hearing the word, everything about her became a joke.

A sad joke.Amy turned up her lips in satisfaction.

"Selma, did you hear that? And I've recorded our conversation and I'll hand it over to Old Mrs.Howard.Let's see how long you can pretend."

Amy did it on purpose to expose her in front of the man she liked.

What could be more despairing than this? The more Selma cared about it, the more she wanted to destroy it.

Selma's body shrank.

She had just promised Old Mrs.Howard that she didn't like Paul.

Amy exposed her at this time, leaving no chance for her to live.

Hatred was burning in her chest. Content protected by Nôv/el(D)rama.Org.

She wanted to spit out a lot of insults, but because her beloved man was at the other end of the phone, she seemed to have used all her strength and fell on the bed.

Nice touch! Amy broke her heart silently and cut off her way to Old Mrs.Howard.

A trace of malice flashed across her eyes.

She got a bottle of sleeping pills from under the pillow.

It seemed that she had no choice but to gamble.

She would post a suicide note on the Imperial City University forum.

As long as she died, Old Mrs.Howard then would forgive her, while Amy would be labeled as the culprit forever.

Selma's eyes were full of anger.

She had lost everything now, so she had no fear now.