Chapter 392: You’re the Prime Suspect

The stench was so foul that Paul, still full from the soup noodle feast, nearly vomited. Brody immediately took a sample of the fluid for testing. The results, however, left him baffled.

“What’s happening to Liliana’s face?” Elowen asked anxiously.

Brody replied, “The lab results suggest it’s chickenpox.”

But the results didn’t make sense. Liliana’s symptoms looked nothing like ordinary chickenpox. How could it spread so quickly? And…why did it stink so badly?

In truth, Liliana’s condition was even worse than Brody initially thought. Over the next few days, Brody witnessed her facial wounds rot at an alarming speed, only for new flesh to grow back just as quickly. The alternating pain of rotting flesh and the itch of regenerating skin was a relentless torment.

Every day, Liliana watched her once-beautiful face turn into a grotesque, bloody mess, only to have it regrow into fresh skin before starting to decay all over again. Disfigurement became Liliana’s daily reality. Brody and the Kenneth family’s top doctors held multiple consultations but couldn’t find a solution.

It was as if Liliana had been cursed—her facial tissue cycled between destruction and regeneration, yet the pain never ceased. Even Liliana herself couldn’t predict when the next patch of skin would suddenly begin to rot.

The Kenneth family, deeply concerned, linked her condition to the attack in the parking garage. They reviewed the surveillance footage from that day. But to their dismay, the footage had been deliberately destroyed before the incident. Even the stick used in the attack only had Amelia’s fingerprints, with no evidence pointing to the assailant.

The trail seemed to end there, but Liliana knew better than anyone else. The person who attacked me that day was Olivia!

Watching another piece of her decayed flesh fall off, Liliana’s hatred for Olivia burned hotter than ever. She clenched her fists, her fury threatening to consume her. She couldn’t let the Kenneth family find out it was Olivia, nor could she allow them to learn about Olivia’s existence. But revenge, I vowed to have it!

Her eyes filled with malice, Liliana reached for the phone beside her bed and made a call. Later that afternoon, Olivia was invited to the police station on suspicion of assault.

A sharply dressed lawyer with gold-rimmed glasses stood in the station, looking down at Olivia as she sat calmly in her chair. His tone was cold and accusatory.

“Ms. Carter,” he began, “where were you around 10 a.m. three days ago?”

Olivia raised an eyebrow at him.

“And who are you exactly? What obligation do I have to answer your questions?”

The lawyer frowned. “Ms. Carter, we’ve reviewed the surveillance footage from Starlit Entertainment. It shows you entering the building around 10 a.m. three days ago. During that time, Starlit Entertainment’s chairman, Ms. Liliana, was assaulted in the parking garage. We have reason to believe that you are the assailant who attacked her.”