Chapter 245
Chapter 245:
A sudden clarity washed over her. There was no possible way she had harmed her father. From the very beginning, he was the person she treasured most — the thought of hurting him was unthinkable. Jemma had to be making things up.
“Are you alright, Kristine?” Danica watched her unsteady steps with open concern.
The question didn’t register. Lost in her thoughts, Kristine continued toward the lobby entrance. Outside, the city bustled with people and traffic. Confusion clouded her mind — she could no longer tell what was true and what was a lie.
Just as her vision began to blur and her eyelids drooped, a worried voice called from behind. “Kristine p>
Ch𝘪𝗻𝘦𝘴e ո𝗼𝗏𝘦𝗅𝗌 𝗍𝗋𝗮𝘯𝗌𝗅atе𝖽 𝘰ո
At Colton’s villa in Gridron, Devin barely had time to settle into his seat across from Colton before he shot up, anxiously pointing at the monitor. “That’s Patsy for sure. There’s no mistake p>
Colton’s focus sharpened as he studied the screen. The surveillance footage had been captured by a café positioned across from the supermarket, offering a somewhat unclear frontal image. Elyse’s photo, on the other hand, was sharper — and the resemblance to Patsy was unmistakable.
Still, he had personally attended Patsy’s funeral seven years ago. If she had survived, it would have been impossible for him not to know. And if Patsy hadn’t truly died, why would she never come home?
Doubt crept in. He began to suspect the woman in the picture wasn’t Patsy at all — that someone who knew how much Patsy meant to him had crafted a convincing illusion, though their reason for doing so remained a mystery.
“You have to believe me,” Devin insisted, his expression wild with desperation. “That really is Patsy. I know it p>
Telling Devin about the photo now seemed like a mistake. From the very start, Devin had been completely enamored with Patsy — and she had never returned those feelings. After Patsy’s passing, Devin had changed entirely, throwing himself into a reckless lifestyle and earning a reputation as a notorious flirt. What most people didn’t realize was that he acted out to escape the pain.
“Devin, you p>
“Don’t try to talk me out of it. I’m going to track her down, no matter what it takes,” Devin cut in. His eyes hardened, and every trace of his usual lightness disappeared.
Colton watched him quietly for a few seconds, then stood and gave his shoulder a firm, reassuring pat before making his way upstairs.
He soon came back down, this time with a suitcase in hand.
Devin stared at him, puzzled. “Where are you headed p>
“Peudon p>
The first thing Kristine noticed when she opened her eyes was the faint scent of fresh flowers drifting through the air. With a slight turn of her head, she spotted a bouquet of lilies blooming nearby.
A calm but steady voice filled the quiet. “You’re awake p>
When she looked over, Kristine found Asher sitting in his wheelchair. Sunshine spilled through the window, painting his face with warmth. As always, his eyes held a gentle spark, though traces of exhaustion lingered in his expression.
“Aren’t you supposed to be in Gridron?” Kristine asked.
A soft grin spread across his face. “I took care of things and came back p>