Chapter 461
Myra felt utterly baffled, even finding Dexter’s statement somewhat amusing “What do you mean?”
Dexter’s expression gradually darkened. The smile he forced upon his face looked more like he was crying than anything else, twisting his features altogether.
He called it a dream, but it felt tas too real for it to be post a dream because every detail of it matched perfectly with reality.
Yet no matter how he explained it. Myra simply thought he was being delusional
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“No matter how real it teels, it’s just a dream. You’re overthinking it, Myra said dismissively
“Darling, let me ask you a few questions. Please answer honestly,” Dexter insisted
He took a deep breath, then asked, “It Kayla were to cry and beg you, saying she didn’t want to live in shame after Felicia’s rerum and pleading with us to announce Felicia as our adopted daughter to the public, would you have agreed?”
Myta was silent for a moment before answering. “Yes“!!
She recalled the night Felicia was first brought home. If not for discovering those bruises all over her body, she truly might have chosen this method to justify things
Deep down, she selfishly believed this would spare Kayla from the ridicule and grievance of being exposed as a take heiress. She thought that compensating Felicia with material wealth would suffice to soothe the unfaimess of declaring her as their adopted daughter.
Dexter continued, “Licia was abused by her foster parents and even had her right hand crippled by Shawn, her so–called brother. Would you, for Kayla’s reputation, choose not to pursue justice?”
Myra was speechless. She already understood Dexter’s intention behind these questions. He merely wanted to use the events in his dream to prove its authenticity
tumed her head away, unwilling to answer. However, her silence already suggested that she would.
Dexter asked one last question, “Then, if under such circumstances, Kayla fell into the sea and her body wasn’t found, and Licia was accused of being the murderer. what would we do?”
answer was self–evident.
They would sutter emotional turmoil, breakout in rage, and believe that Felicia was the murderer without a shred of doubt! Then, they would ever ties with Felicia. They might even slap her in anger when she tried to defend herself, and ultimately, they would kickher out of the house!
Finally, they would acquiesce to Amold sending felicia to prison, just like in Dexter’s dream. After that, whatever torment she endured would become her ultimate
Imagining the scenario Dexter presented, Myra took a frightened step back, steadied herself, and retorted, “So what? What you’re describing is just a dream, nothing more. Reality isn’t like that!”
The biggest difference between reality and that dream i
lay in Felicia’s attitude toward them.
In Dexter’s dream, she always looked at them with longing and admiration. Even the slightest bit of attention from them could make her smile contentedly.
But in reality, she remained indifferent and distant, never once calling them “Mom” or “Dad“.
Why was it like this? Where did they go wrong?
Dexter muttered, “Do you think it’s possible that this dream actually happened? Is that why our daughter is so heartbroken and disappointed in us that she won’t acknowledge us?
“You You’re just spouting nonsense!” Myra’s hair stood on end, goosebumps breaking out all over her body.
He forced a faint smile, taking her hand again and walking forward “just think of it as nonsense, then…”
He believed his suspicions were true, but he would rather they weren’t. Even if it meant deceiving himself, it was better than facing an unbearable truth.
Myra pressed her lips together, saying nothing. However, her mind was a mess of thoughts. Dexter’s questions echoed incessantly in her head, painting vivid scenarios of her own action.
No, it just couldn’t be it was past a dream! It couldn’t be real!
Myra tried to comfort herself, but cold sweat soaked her palms.
Meanwhile, Felicia was unaware of the couple’s thoughts. She found herself wide awake after that phone call. Her attempt was completely wasted
set herself up for a good night’s sleep
