The Billionaire And His Son Want Me Back by Juliette Vaughan

Chapter 147

This was a truth even Dominick didn't know. He always believed Marissa's father died in an accident while

coming to pick him up.

For all these years, he carried guilt, thinking that if he hadn't gone out that day, Mr. Prescott wouldn't have died,

and Marissa wouldn't have lost her father.

So, he treated Marissa with more leniency, even more than he did with Kayla. But now the truth cout. It was

almost ironic.

Kayla and Lauren were also shocked, as they only now learned the real story.

When Marissa's father had the accident, both Dominick and Marissa were still children, and Marissa's mother was

ill, so she couldn't handle the situation. Reginald had to step in to take care of everything. Lauren and Kayla had

no idea of the truth. They thought Marissa's father had an accident while coming to pick up Dominick. They both

felt guilty toward Marissa.

Plus, Marissa had always acted sweet and well-behaved in front of them, which made them want to protect her.

That's why Lauren took her in to raise her as part of the Vanderbilt family all these years. And now, to think the

child they had carefully raised for all these years turned out to be a venomous

woman.

"| don't believe it. You're lying to me." Marissa couldn't accept Reginald's words. All these years, she had been

holding on to this anger.

The reason she wanted to marry Dominick and take everything from the Vanderbilt family was because she

believed they owed her. Now she was being told that everything was her father's own fault, and the Vanderbilt

family didn't owe her anything.

Reginald said, "If you don't believe it, you can check. Although many years have passed, the police will definitely

have a record of the truth.

In an instant, the light of hope in Marissa's eyes completely vanished. She knew the Vanderbilt family wouldn't

help her anymore.

She looked desperately at Julian. "Julian, help me. | know you like me. If you help me, I'll marry you, okay?"

Julian didn't expect that Marissa would think of him in her final moment, nor did he expect her to blatantly

expose the dark secret he had been hiding for so long.

Yes, he liked Marissa, he had liked her since high school. He was biased toward her. He always thought he wasn't

good enough for her, that only someone from a family like Dominick's deserved her.

So, he hid his feelings deep inside, never revealing them. And because of that, his prejudice against Paisley was

so deep. He thought it was Paisley who stole the happiness that should have been Marissa's.

It was also Paisley who had repeatedly sabotaged Marissa.

Under Marissa's subtle guidance, he had viewed Paisley as a woman with evil intentions.

But reality slapped him hard in the face, telling him he had been played all along. Marissa had known he liked

her all along, so she used him to target and slander Paisley.

'So that's how it was. Julian, you truly are a useless fool!" he thought to himself.

"Sorry, Ms. Prescott, but | can't help you." Julian took a step back, decisive and indifferent.

"No! You can't do this to me! I'm Marissa!" But no matter how much Marissa screamed, no one cared. They just

watched her being taken away by the police.

"Ms. Sutton." A police officer walked up to Paisley. "Please cwith us to cooperate with the investigation."

As the victim, Paisley should have already been at the police station to assist with the investigation, not here.

But the police didn't focus on that too much, as long as it didn't affect the case.

Paisley nodded politely. "Okay, I'll go right away."

The police took the devastated Marissa away first. Paisley was about to follow when Grayson's small body

suddenly hugged her tightly.

"Mom, don't leave, okay? Stay with Dad and me, please." Grayson looked up at Paisley, his beautiful eyes filled

with tears.

"Yes, Paisy, stay." Lauren approached, her voice choked with emotion. "I was wrong before. I'm sorry for

everything. | promise I'll treat you well from now on and never let you suffer again."

"Paisley, please forgive my brother. He really loves you, and he knows he was wrong. We all know we were

wrong. Please don't leave," Kayla cried sincerely, truly hoping Paisley would stay.

Dominick stood beside Grayson in front of Paisley. His eyes were red, filled with hope as he looked at Paisley.

"No." Paisley mercilessly pushed Grayson away. "| have my own life, and | don't want to change it." "If it's

because of Rena, it's okay. | can treat her as my own. I really can, Paisy!" Dominick took a step forward, trying to

grab Paisley's hand, but as soon as he reached out, the pain from his injured palm made him wince.

"It matters to me!" Paisley raised her voice, irritation growing in her heart. "Dominick, you haven't changed at

all. You still take everything for granted. It's always about what you want. Have you ever cared about what |

want?"

"Then what do you want? | can give you anything!" Dominick's forehead was covered in sweat. His hand hurt

badly, but he refused to give up this chance to win Paisley back.

But Paisley bypassed him and the Vanderbilt family members, walked straight to her car, and opened the door. "I

want you to stay away from me! If it weren't for you, | wouldn't have gone through all of this!"

With that, she got into the car, not giving the Vanderbilt family a chance to speak, started the engine, and drove

off, kicking up a cloud of dust.

"Mom!" Grayson cried and ran after the car, but he could only watch as it drove farther and farther away until it

finally left the Vanderbilt estate.

Dominick could no longer endure the pain in his hand. Blood loss had drained the color from his face, and a dull

ache in his chest made him stagger. For a moment, he had truly believed he could return to the past with Paisley.

"Don't give up!" Kayla supported Dominick as he swayed. "We'll figure out a way to get her back!"

On the way to the police station, Paisley called Lucy, "You and Maria should get ready. We're moving soon."

She didn't want to live in that place anymore. Dominick knew the address and had been there before. She didn't

want to see him again. To her, love that arrived too late was worthless.