LittleNovelChapter 212 Could it really be true? Bella, finally rescued, collapsed onto the floor like a rag doll. One hand clutched her throat, her wide, terrified eyes locked onto Gabrielle as she strode into the room.
Gabrielle barely spared Bella a glance before hurrying to Serena's side. "Serena, are you alright?" Serena's eyes were still clouded and distant.
After a long moment, her gaze snapped to Bella, and a sudden sharpness flared in her expression. "How did my father really die?" Bella shrank back, too scared to provoke Serena any further. Pressing a trembling hand to her chest, she stammered, "I... I don't know. I swear, I don't know anything. Please, stop asking me!" Serena stared at Bella for what felt like an eternity. Her eyes burned; tears stung, but she refused to look away. Only when her vision blurred did she finally turn, slowly making her way toward the door.
Her memories of her father's death were nothing but hazy fragments.
She'd always told herself it was because she was too young to remember.
No! Suddenly, Serena snapped out of her daze, every nerve alight with clarity.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtThere was no way she could have caused her father's death.
He'd been the person she loved most in the world-she could never have hurt him. Bella had to be lying, trying to twist the truth.
"Serena, are you okay?" Gabrielle called, noticing how unsteady Serena's steps were, concern etched across her face.
But Serena didn't hear her. Moving like a ghost, she wandered through the hotel lobby, out the front doors. Outside, the city buzzed with traffic and streams of people coming and going.
Serena felt lightheaded and unmoored, as if the world itself was slipping away. She couldn't tell what was real and what was just a trick of her mind.
As her eyelids grew heavy and the world faded to black, the last thing she heard was a frantic voice behind her: "Serena!" Alderburg.
Rosewood Gardens.
Frederick sat across from Aaron, but barely half a second passed before he sprang to his feet, jabbing a finger at the monitor. "That woman is Evelyn. I'd know her anywhere-there's no mistake!" Aaron studied the security footage, his gaze growing more focused and serious.
They'd pulled this footage from a café across the street from the supermarket. The camera had captured a woman's face, but the image was grainy and indistinct.
Cynthia Lynwood's photos, though, were crystal clear-and the resemblance to Evelyn was uncanny.
But...
Seven years ago, when Evelyn died, Aaron had buried her himself.
There was no way she could be alive without his knowing. And if she hadn't died, why hadn't she chall these years? He couldn't shake the feeling that something was off. Maybe the woman in the photo wasn't Evelyn at all-but someone who knew just how important his sister was to him, and was using that knowledge to play a cruel trick.
As for why, he still didn't have a clue.
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"No, you have to believe me!" Frederick's voice trembled on the edge of desperation, a wild look in his eyes. "That woman is Evelyn. I'd never mistake her for anyone else." Aaron was starting to regret ever bringing this up to Frederick.
Frederick had fallen hopelessly in love with Evelyn from the very first moment they met. But she'd never felt the same.
After Evelyn's death, Frederick beca different man-throwing himself into an endless parade of parties and affairs, living the life of a notorious playboy. Only Aaron understood why he did it: it was the only way Frederick knew to forget.
"Frederick..."
"Don't try to talkout of it. I have to find her." Frederick's expression m hardened, all traces of his usual careless bravado gone. Aaron watched him for a moment, then stood and clapped a firm hand on Frederick's shoulder.
Without another word, Aaron turned and headed upstairs.
A few minutes later, he cdown carrying a suitcase. Frederick frowned in confusion. "Where are you going?" "Northspire."
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