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Regret Novel 196

The nurse was rattled by Rachel’s state, terrified someone else might hear and come running. She hurried over, grabbed Rachel’s arm, and pleaded, “Mrs. Sterling, please calm down! Let’s step outside and talk about this, okay?”

Tricia, panicked, seemed to remember something. She quickly turned and bolted out of the room.

Rachel shoved the nurse aside and ran after her. “Tricia! Stop right there!”

Tricia reached the stairwell, but her heels slowed her down. Rachel caught up easily, grabbing her by the arm. “Tricia! Tell me right now–did you do this to my son? Was it you?”

Rachel’s grip was bruising, forcing Tricia back against the corridor railing. Behind her, the dizzying drop of a dozen stories made the cars below look like toy models. Rachel had lost all composure. Her hands flew to Tricia’s throat. “You killed them! You killed them! It was you!”

The nurse lunged from behind, prying Rachel off. Tricia gasped for air, but instead of fear, a smug little smile curled at her lips. “So what if I did? Your son, your husband–let’s say I hurt them. But your precious son–in–law still chose to believe me over you, didn’t he?”

Rachel froze, her world crumbling.

Tricia leaned forward, lips almost at Rachel’s ear, savoring every word. “Isn’t it a shame? Not just Evander–even Mr. Pembroke is on my side. Looks like it’s just you and your daughter left. How pathetic.”

“You-” Rage burned in Rachel’s eyes, but she knew how powerless she truly was. Still, she had nothing left to lose. “Fine! If you want a fight, you’ll get one!”

With a wild cry, Rachel lunged at Tricia.

Startled, Tricia and the nurse struggled with her. In the chaos, Rachel was shoved toward the edge. She teetered, lost her balance, and suddenly toppled over the railing.

grabbed for her, panic overtaking her composure. “Help! Somebody help me!” she cried

her. She knew, with

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peeking out from beneath Tricia’s watch strap. In

remembered sitting on the old bed, cradling her baby,

omen or not, that was her daughter. The daughter she’d

Tricia, Rachel’s eyes welled with tears, a storm of emotion

So bitter. So tragic.

grip slipping, her heart pounding with indecision. Why was she even trying to save Rachel? Instinct, maybe–just a

she hesitated. Did she really want

knew too much. If she let Rachel live, it would mean

Better to-

screamed for help, drawing people

at Tricia and, with her last bit of strength,

Tricia let go.

support, the nurse couldn’t hold on. Rachel slipped

grasp.

echoed down the atrium as