Chapter 0837

Dylan was visibly surprised by Suzy's suspicion. "Why would you suspect Evangeline?"

Suzy gave a hollow laugh. "Yeah, why would I? She's my sister-in-law. Of all the people to doubt, why her? I don't know... Maybe I'm overthinking it. But something about her feels... off."

"What do you mean?"

Suzy hesitated, gathering her thoughts.

"It's hard to explain. She keeps bringing up how much my brother cares about me.

If she'd mentioned it once or twice, I wouldn't think much of it.

"But lately, it's like she can't stop talking about it. And today... you should've seen the look on her face."

"What kind of look?" Dylan pressed.

Suzy took a slow breath before answering. "That look you get when you're consumed with jealousy. The kind of twisted, burning envy that makes people do irrational things."

She recognized it all too well.

She'd seen that same expression on Anne's face back when everything fell apart. "But even if that's true, it doesn't prove she's done anything," Dylan said gently. "You're exhausted, Suzy. Maybe you just need a good night's sleep."

"Maybe." Suzy exhaled and rubbed her temples.

"She did say her jealousy wasn't about how much my brother loves me. She said she just envies me for having a brother at all.

"Maybe I'm reading too much into it. She's married to my brother-he loves her more than anything. Why would she ever try to hurt me?"

Suzy shook her head. "I've probably just been too on edge lately, seeing enemies everywhere."

"Exactly," Dylan said.

"You've been pushing yourself too hard trying to unmask the person behind all this.

No way. Your brother's sharp as

have picked

her fingertips to her forehead and

no fool. He didn't earn

about her, he'd have noticed long

"Exactly," Dylan said softly.

so hard and get some

really

night, Suzy had a

it, everything unfolded just as she feared: Evangeline was the mastermind, driven by nothing more than

much her brother cared

intense that she orchestrated everything just to

dream felt disturbingly

when Suzy

her

racing,

cold sweat.

in bed, breathing

been years since she'd last had a nightmare like

simply didn't dream. Or if she did, she

had learned

from the kind of dreams sheet

used to

in

blood and terror.

after her family's tragedy more than twenty

Back then

night horrific images replay

watching the same

closed eyes.

The crimson-stained floor. The sounds she'd never

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