Chapter 172
“Don’t worry about anything else. I just want to know–do you want to go to school?” Sienna asked gently.
Winifred looked up at her, a bit dazed. “You want me to do that?”
Sienna caught her adorable, confused look and couldn’t help but let out a laugh. She teased, “I just really like those shiny art trophies, you know…”
Winifred’s pupils dilated in surprise, and she didn’t even notice the sudden sparkle in her eyes–like someone who had just found a new goal to chase.
“Wait, does she really like trophies that much?” she wondered, a little dazed.
Winifred went back to her room, still thinking about how Sienna said she could return to school tomorrow. Curling up in bed, she gently stroked the little black snake in its cozy nest and murmured, “You knew I love painting, didn’t you? Right!”
The little black snake, trying its best to please her, wrapped itself around her finger, rubbing its head against her and flicking its tongue, hissing softly as if it was trying to answer her.
“What do you know? Get lost,” she muttered.
With a swoosh, Lizzy shot out the window and landed with a soft plop in the grass.
The next day, Linda nearly lost her mind when she heard about Jocelyn’s death. Jocelyn was her only child.
“No! There’s no way my daughter died in an accident. It had to be Sienna’s doing. She killed my daughter! Go arrest her! Arrest her right now!” Linda screamed, clawing at the police in a frenzy.
She flailed wildly, her voice hoarse with rage and hysteria.
“Your daughter was a drug addict. She was mixed up in gambling, prostitution, and drugs–she even had a criminal record for murder."
“And she was caught stealing. All signs show she brought the bombs herself and ended up blowing herself up.”
“She brought this on herself. I’m sorry for your loss, but… there’s nothing you can do now,” the officer said coldly.
Linda’s eyes went vacant. “No way. That’s impossible.”
“My daughter’s such an outstanding young lady. She’s the Hart heiress I raised with my own hands. I have to talk to Aiden. Yes, I need to go to him,” she thought, her mind spinning.
Linda stumbled into a taxi and rushed to the psychiatric hospital. When she finally saw Aiden, he was being harassed by an ugly woman twisting her body at him, her face twisted with a shameless, flirtatious look.
Seeing that, Linda’s rage exploded. How dare that shameless bitch put her filthy hands on my husband?
Without a second thought, Linda snatched a small knife from the table and lunged at her. “You slut! How dare you try to seduce my husband! Drop dead now!”
Blinded by rage, Linda went absolutely berserk, plunging the knife into the woman again and again, even after the woman had stopped breathing. Linda kept stabbing, leaving her body riddled with wounds and the grass beneath them soaked in blood. Aiden was so terrified he stood there frozen, eyes wide, body stiff as a board, chills running down his spine.
He was so shocked, he couldn’t get a single word out for a long time.
Linda was drenched in blood. An attendant screamed, and the security guards rushed in to pin her down.
“Aiden, honey, it’s me! I came to see you! Why are you holding me down? Why are you arresting me? Let me go!” Linda screamed, struggling desperately against the guards, her voice shrill with panic.
Aiden was still reeling, gasping for breath. For the first time in his life, he felt a cold, bone-deep terror toward the woman who had shared his bed for ten years, the woman who had always served him so loyally–now, she was utterly terrifying.
He didn’t spare her a single glance. Back then, the only reason he’d let Linda into his life was because she treated him like royalty, always saying exactly what he wanted to hear.
It was never about love. His love had only ever belonged to one woman. Even after her death brought him nothing but shame and scorn, there was a time he’d wanted to erase the name Selinu from the world completely.