Chapter 194
“Claire, you don’t trust me?” Richard cornered me, his steps deliberate and menacing, while the bodyguards encircled to protect me, forming a human shield.
I cried out, “How can I trust you? I checked the security footage. No one entered my house, and you left with me that morning. So, it had to be you who sneakily placed that creepy doll on my bed. And now, with the lab blown up, you’re trying to kill me. Richard, you were
my only faith in this world, my pillar. Why did it have to be you p>
I felt like I was on the brink of suffocation.
Yet, he seemed so sure of himself. “These are all your suspicions, Claire. You have no proof p>
“I have proof!” Suddenly, Ronald’s voice came from behind me, and I knew I was safe.
Ronald and Max had arrived together, with Max quickly breaking through the circle of bodyguards to embrace me.
I saw Ronald handcuff Richard. Richard didn’t even struggle but kept his gaze fixed on me.
Ronald said in an official tone, “Richard, you’re implicated in several murder cases. You need to come with us p>
Instead of responding to Ronald, Richard stared intensely at me. “You’ll regret this. The Hilton family is no saint. All those girls who died were connected to the Hiltons. They should’ve never had children. The illegitimate offspring of the Hilton family are cursed!” Yes, in this world, even Richard was a villain. Who could I trust then?
“Max, you knew there was
something off with Richard, didn’t you?” I asked coldly, recalling the call Ronald made at the police station They had known it was someone. from the Haven of Hope Orphanage and that it was Richard. The kept it from me, not wanting to shatter my faith in Richard. Was that so?
But knowing now that Richard wanted to kill me, remembering that he had killed me in a past life, this revelation was far more terrifying. In his past life, he managed to kill me even from behind bars.
‘Richard, I can’t see through you. Or perhaps I have been your pawn from the start?’ Feeling weak and dizzy, I blacked out.
This world was so frightening that I regretted being reborn. Had I just died in my past life, I wouldn’t have had to endure this heartache again.
In my past life, Richard died for me, and to learn even his death was part of his scheme made me feel Richard was far more terrifying than the scoundrel Claude.
I fell asleep and had another dream. In it, the orphanage was full of joyful laughter, everyone carefree except for the headmistress, who always seemed to sigh.
In the dream, I approached her, crouched down, and asked, “Ma’am, can you teach Richard not to kill? I don’t want anything to happen to him. I wish he could only be Richard p>
But even the dream version of the headmistress told me, “Claire, when you’re at the bottom, you need to fight to protect yourself and get what you want p>
So, to get what he wanted, Richard stooped low to collaborate with the Hilton family to get closer to them, right? He killed all the girls associated with the Hilton family. All of them!
I knew I was dreaming, but my tears
turned into a vast sea in which I was drowning. I called for help because I couldn’t swim. I struggled, but could anyone pull me out in the end? Or was it up to me alone?
Slowly, I opened my eyes, the light piercing, forcing me to close them again. Maybe it was time to leave.