My mother died.
The creature had no provider.
It was taken away by the old witch Angela.
She said she would reseal it and prevent it from harming people anymore.
Before parting, she smiled slightly and extended her hand to me:
"Emily, it was a pleasure to cooperate."
I lowered my gaze and shook her hand, smiling calmly.
The day Charles got into trouble,
on my way to find Michelle, I met Angela for the first time and made a deal with her.
I helped her get the creature,
and in return, she told me a lie.
That was, to cure my Charles's poison, a dose of a traditional Chinese medicine would do.
With her help, Charles's manhood.
After he woke up, he read the newspaper about my father killed my mother and emotionally collapsed.
He charged at me and we fought, shouting:
"Emily, it was you… you encouraged me to go to the sixth floor!"
But he quickly fell silent.
During the scuffle, I intentionally pulled down his pants.
So, in public, he revealed his mismatched lower half.
I coldly laughed with satisfaction.
At that time, when he treated me as nothing and pushed me to Mr Thompson's bed,
I swore that I would make him pay a heavy price.
After this, he, unable to accept reality and got mad,
eventually, I sent him to a mental hospital without hesitation.
When I visited my father in prison, I told him with a smile:
"Father, Charles is totally the same as you.
"He's also a waste who's neither man nor woman and now he is in the mental hospital."
He looked at me with a malicious smile, as if he understood something.
Through the prison window, his eyes wide with anger, he said he wanted to kill me.
"Kill me?"
I laughed gloatingly and said.
"Father, you forgot.
"You've got your sentence.
"It is death by execution."
Yes, my father and mother both died, and Charles went crazy in the mental hospital.
The fortune was divided equally between Jenny and me.
I got tens of millions.
I used this huge sum of money to invest in many projects.
In just a few years, the money multiplied several times over.
After achieving financial freedom, many young handsome men approached me, hoping to climb the social ladder with my support.
One day, I smelled that familiar fishy odor on yet another young man.
When I arrived at the clinic where he had plastic surgery, I paused upon seeing the surgeon.
It was Angela, who had exchanged the dirty pointy hat and crumpled long colorful rob for luxurious designer attire.
She smiled triumphantly at me.
All of a sudden, she seemed to have become my mother, the second Tiffany.