Chapter 583

The darkest side of human nature often compels people to do unbelievable things. Grelle's change was within Tiffany's expectations, but she was still surprised. Of the many choices, Grelle ultimately chose self-destruction. It was so wrong, so sad, and so pathetic.

Tiffany got into the car and asked John to drive her to the small town's hotel, about ten miles away. As Grelle had said, Zoe was there, seemingly unharmed. Her breathing was steady, as if she were asleep.

Tiffany approached the bed and gently shook Zoe. "Zoe? Zoe? Wake up."

Zoe stirred at Tiffany's touch. Unseen, a small black bug squeezed from behind Zoe's neck, obscured by her scattered hair, and quickly crawled under the bedsheet. Seeing Tiffany, Zoe's confused eyes instantly cleared.

Dumbfounded, she asked, "Tiffany? What… What am I doing here?"

"You don't remember?" Tiffany asked.

"No, I don't know anything," Zoe replied, scratching her neck. A slight sting made her think it was just a pimple.

Tiffany frowned. This was strange. She'd had someone investigate; reports indicated Zoe had voluntarily taken a taxi with Cynthia to sightsee, even buying snacks along the way. Yet, Zoe claimed complete amnesia.

Zoe explained, "It's like I was sleepwalking. I felt nothing. I remember leaving the classroom intending to find you at the apartment. I don't know why I'm here."

"Let's go. We'll talk later," Tiffany said.

Zoe left the hotel with Tiffany. As they exited, the cleaning lady received a message from the front desk to check the room. Lifting the pillow, she found a limp worm on the bedsheet. Disgusted, she shook the sheet, the bug falling to the floor, where she immediately stepped on it.

"Room 909 is clear," she announced.

"Got it," the receptionist replied, proceeding with checkout.

Learning she'd come to town with Grelle, Zoe was offended and disgusted. "What? Me? Me and her?" she exclaimed incredulously.

Chapter 583

God knew how much Zoe hated Grelle! Grelle was selfish and ambitious, even fantasizing about someone who wasn't hers. She'd even resorted to underhanded tactics against Tiffany.

Under the circumstances, sightseeing with Grelle was highly improbable. Touching her arm, Zoe denied it. "That's impossible. Something's wrong. How could I have come here with her? We're enemies!"

Fearful of Tiffany's disbelief, Zoe was close to tears. "Tiffany, please believe me. I didn't befriend Grelle…"

"Of course I believe you," Tiffany reassured, patting Zoe's shoulder. "It's alright now. Let's go home."

Tiffany's black sports car had just stopped at Lovell School when she received a call from the interrogation team. "Hello, Miss Kelley. The suspect, Cynthia Sandy, has confessed and wants to see you."

"Alright, I'll be there," Tiffany replied.

After dropping Zoe off, Tiffany directed John to the interrogation team.

In the interrogation room, Grelle's bright eyes lacked their usual luster. Hearing footsteps, she looked up to see Tiffany silhouetted in the doorway.

Tiffany was stunning. Her skin, illuminated, was fair as snow, her features exquisite and flawless. Her gaze, however, was calm and indifferent, like a clear, icy pool.

Grelle trembled under Tiffany's gaze, feeling insignificant, exposed, and utterly ashamed. She covered her face, choking back tears.

Tiffany sat opposite, patiently waiting, offering no interruption.

After a long silence, Grelle looked up, a bitter smile playing on her lips. "Tiffany, I envy you. We're the same age, but you were born to be loved, while I was destined to never reach your level."

Tiffany remained silent. Many might envy her, but a humble background was no excuse for murder and arson.

"If that's all, I'm not interested," Tiffany stated, rising with a screech of her chair.

As she calmly walked out, Grelle's weak voice stopped her. "I'm not the only mastermind. Melody instigated everything, including Zoe following my instructions."

Unsurprised, Tiffany continued walking.

Grelle shouted, "Tiffany Kelley, you're cruel! I had many chances to attack Zoe, but I didn't! You killed Ged Moody. If you feel no guilt, Zoe's death is meaningless!"

Grelle, planning to steal Richard from Tiffany, had investigated Tiffany's life, learning about her close friend, Ged, a young man in his prime, implicated and killed by Tiffany. Grelle found Tiffany cold-blooded and despicable.

But Tiffany didn't defend herself. She paused, turning slightly, her back, bathed in sunlight, seeming to burn brighter than the sun itself.

"That's why I'm waiting," she said ominously. "For the right opportunity."

Grelle wondered, What opportunity? She didn't understand.