Wicked Daughter Let Me Teach You A Lesson Novel by LaDessa Morgan

The moment Mila saw the man, she briefly showed a hint of surprise.

I had always been haunted by the incident involving my husband.

My husband was hit and killed on the spot by a drunk driver late at night on his way home from work.

The driver was a thug who couldn’t pay a cent in compensation and was eventually sentenced to just six years in prison.

After my rebirth, I always felt there was something more to this incident.

After investigating, I found out that the hit–and–run driver was Mila’s first love, whom she had once sworn to die for. He was also Sofia’s biological father.

There was no way it was just a coincidence. I couldn’t believe that Mila wasn’t involved.

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After completing the legal procedures, I occasionally acted as if I still cared for Sofia, saying, “In everyone’s eyes, I’m still Sofia’s mom.”

I coordinated with the hotel, asking them to lie that today was their anniversary and that the banquet was half–price.

I tricked Mila into scheduling the event for today.

On the other end, I arranged for someone to pick up Sofia’s father from prison and bring him here.

Along the way, I fed him many ideas about how ungrateful Mila was.

The man quickly strode onto the stage and grabbed Mila by the hair. “You said Mason found out you switched the kids and was going to abandon my daughter,” he yelled.

“You told me to run him over, and now you’re here enjoying yourself, still daring to hold some reunion party,” he shouted.

Mila had no strength to resist under his grip. He beat her mercilessly. while her pleas for mercy filled the hall.

The hall erupted into chaos. Everyone’s minds were overwhelmed by what they were witnessing.

In an instant, the story of how Mila had swapped children and even hired someone to kill her own brother to keep it a secret came together in everyone’s minds.

It was utterly shocking.

I could barely contain the surging hatred within me. My voice choked as I said, “That was your brother! How could you do that to him?”

I remembered that afternoon when my husband said he had something important to tell me.

Instead of hearing from him, I waited all night only to be informed by the police that I needed to identify his body.

It turned out my husband had discovered the truth about the child swap, which is why he was murdered.

Mila knew that even with my husband gone, I would do everything in my power to ensure Sofia had a good life.

That’s why she was so brazen and fearless.

Mila nonchalantly said, “When we were kids, all the good food and nice things went to Mason.”

“I did all the dirty work around the house, while he just enjoyed himself,” she added.

“He only helped me raise a daughter for a few years, and then he wanted to report me to the police. He deserved it,” she said.

The surrounding crowd was in an uproar, and even the Jones family began to doubt everything about Sofia and Mila.

“My poor sister, raising such a bad daughter,” one person lamented.

“If she knew her son was killed by Mila, she’d probably rise from the grave and drag Mila down with her,” another added.

“I think these two were rotten to the core from the start,” someone else said.

“It seems like we misjudged Natalie before,” they admitted.

“I heard Sofia even falsely accused a teacher. At such a young age, she has no shame,” one remarked.

“Like mother, like daughter. Didn’t Mila also get pregnant out of wedlock?” someone gossiped.

Back in college, Mila dated a thug. After getting pregnant, she dropped out of school.

The thug didn’t want to take responsibility and tried to break up with her.

Mila refused to accept it, thinking that having the child would force him to stay, so she insisted on giving birth.

In the end, the thug left anyway.

Afterward, Mila took all her anger out on my innocent child.

While we were talking, the man’s attention was drawn to Sofia. “Oh, so this is my daughter? She takes after me, good–looking,” he said.

Sofia was feeling shy and scared. She tried to hide. “Let go of me,” she said.

I thought that what happened back then had taught Mila a painful lesson.

I didn’t expect that after all these years, Mila still hadn’t given up?

As the man reached to grab Sofia, she tried to persuade her, “Your dad loves you. Back then, he was so afraid you’d suffer with us that he even dared to kill someone.”

The person he killed was her own brother.

Mila didn’t have a good life growing up.

That’s why she clung to any bit of warmth she found, becoming so extreme in her actions..

But Sofia, who had been raised under my care, was different. She could see the situation clearly.

She looked at me through the crowd, pleading for help, desperately trying to break free from her father’s grip. “You’re not my dad. My dad died a long time ago,” she cried.

“Mom, help me,” she begged.

Mila was still trying to calm the man down, not paying attention to Sofia.

As for me, I wasn’t her mom anymore.

Sofia’s cries for help went unanswered.

For the first time, she truly understood what helplessness felt like.