Chapter 26
The carriage had been quiet for a long time.
Nathen watched as she frantically pulled up the zipper, just like tossing a hot potato, and threw the entire bag back onto the rear seat. He then raised his hand and locked the car door, along with all the windows.
“Do you recognize me?” he said, his tone still calm, as if discussing the upcoming plans, without any other emotions apparent.
Kenna could hear the beep of the car door locking.
Her blood began to flow backwards.
chilling coldness, colder than the winter wind outside, slowly crept up her spine and reached the back of her head.
She withdrew her hand, curled up her feet, leaned towards the side of the car door, and forced a
smile on her face.
“Nathen, what’s wrong with you? Wasn’t your eyes feeling uncomfortable?”
Seeing that she was still pretending not to know, Nathen also smiled, imitating her innocent and
romantic tone.
“Yeah, I saw these chat records, so my eyes were very uncomfortable.”
And you, after you finished reading, did you feel uncomfortable anywhere? Was it your eyes? Or your heart? Or somewhere else?
He imitated the tone, coupled with that fake smile, which made Kenna unable to resist the urge to
scream.
She could no longer continue acting, and a terrified expression appeared on her face, as if she had
seen a ghost.
“I didn’t do anything! She committed suicide, Nathen!”
Nathen knew, of course, that Melanie had committed suicide. But could that absolve her of everything she had done?
If Kenna hadn’t used such despicable means to provoke Melanie, her depression wouldn’t have
relapsed again, and she wouldn’t have thought of ending her life.
If he was the sickle that severed her hope to live on, then Kenna was the hand that held the knife.
They were accomplices and together forced a person to death.
We should have received punishment together.
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Acceptance, punishment in exchange for a life.
It was windy at night, and it was also in the suburbs. The sound of the wind outside the window
became even more violent.
Nathen’s voice was tinged with a hint of eerie gloom.
“She had depression, and she had already been cured, but it suddenly relapsed in November. Don’t you know why?”
Kenna had no idea that Melanie had a history of depression.
She simply wanted to sow discord in their marriage and be with Nathen in a legitimate way.
From beginning to end, she never thought about killing Melanie.
So when faced with Nathen’s questioning, she desperately shook her head, trying to prove that she really had no knowledge of it.
“I didn’t know, I didn’t know! I sent those things just to make her spare you, to make her fulfill your relationship with me! I never wanted her to die, really, will you believe me once?”
From the moment Nathen saw these messages, he no longer believed Kenna.
No matter how she explains now, he only felt that she was making excuses.
These fabricated lies, created in order to survive, made the fire of anger burn even stronger within
him.
He lost control of his reason and stepped on the accelerator, driving straight towards the top of the
mountain.
Kenna didn’t fasten her seatbelt, and she lost her balance, hitting her head on the car window.
The rocks, soil, and dried leaves were knocked down and fell down with a rustling sound, shattering the glass windows.
Her blood seeped down along the cracked seams, resembling a red spiderweb.
In the spider web, there was a praying mantis and a yellow sparrow, imprisoned.
As Nathen saw the bright red color blooming in front of him, he released his grip on the steering wheel, grabbed hold of Kenna’s loose skirt, pulled her over, and pressed her tightly against the back of the chair.
“If you had told the truth, I might have considered letting you die more easily, suffering less.”
Half of Kenna’s face was stained red with blood streaming down from her forehead.
She raised her hand and grabbed his arm, struggling incessantly.
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“I said, it’s all true! Her death has nothing to do with me!”
Upon hearing these words, Nathen could no longer hold back and raised his right hand, delivering a harsh slap to her.
“It’s okay, it’s okay, then you also have to accompany her to the funeral!”
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